(wings of awakening)
Now having found the mountain
Looking up, covered in mist.
Heart sinks
Inner teacher says
"Stop; feel your feet
Look only at your next step."
Two legs
Pointed up the Mountain
Listening to the many voices
Waiting for that one word
That points the compass to that original face,
Pentacle within your own mind.
This leg of wisdom
That other leg,
Stiff, held by the old pains, memories, protections
Only moved when the heart s