Climbing

		Climbing blue hills... more stories revealed with hide and seek secrecy moving, appealed to children inside us, who like to explore all different characters vibrant galore, but we've been trained to quash and avoid the true little voice, dissolved in the void... The frisky sunbeam touches the sky, we recognize the face in disguise... Forgive for forgetting the truth who we are, being not us, not reaching for stars... Forgiveness prayer we're chanting today - the ritual of burning our past self decay. Even knowing the water'll absorb the all that not scorched - with ebbs and flows, we sporadically, but become better us not only knowing, but fulfilling divine commands.