Enlightenment

I start with one foot, keeping my eyes away from the punishing sun

and the towering mountain.

 

I began scaling, feeling the burning of my muscles for every movement.

Yet I felt nothing and heard nothing from the shouting below me.

 

My ears kept attuned to the breeze; My constricted pupils keeping contact with

my calloused hands. 

I was absorbed in the process of self-enlightenment.

 

I reached the top.

The clouds covered the landscape and all that was too be seen was the darkened

sky.

I sat on a throne of rock and stone. I am now enlightened.

 

But I see no one nor hear anyone when looking down.

The clouds are impenetrable.

I am enlightened and alone.

This poem is about: 
Me

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