ready to rise?

i.

i am a mountain ready to rise
pushing at the crust o'er my life
in a drive to move beyond the borders
of my fears, doubts and laws
holding bound the spirit within

i want to grow

ii.

so, why mountain, won't  you rise
push your nose above the terrain
break the crust encasing your heart?
pull through liberated
with the might of your mind
shov'ling back the words locking you down



up-climbing

up-climbing stairway
to a light, top-side bright
framed in grill-work, worm-free

a warm-lighted gateway
with black-box entry-knob
 a treasure guarded therein 

for willing seekers
groping for Wisdom
like wise-ones of yore

searchers who climbed
iron stairways of  light
into the seeing-fields of grace

with myst'ry-laden mindscapes
where magic-shielded sages
pull magnetic-spirits forth

to mother the sin-thinned pilgrims
crying with thirsty-hearts
for entry into divinity's ground