cross legged

i'm sitting cross legged on mountain top blowing in the wind howling over the snow covered tops waiting for the moon to rise from oblivion. i'm comtemplating myself, others, attachment, detachment, the thought of the sacred, of the profane mill around my insides as i gaze over the horizon of the crossroads. i aim to be still, to think and feel my way through the possibilities, through the dreams of yesterday. the incessant conversations circulate through my consciousness creeping their way further into my being, callousness taking route. i'm watching strings of clouds slowly parade in my midst the cool damp air engulfing me, inviting me to walk along the primrose path. consciously unaware of the patterns forming in front of me i sit cross legged in wonderment about my life, where i've been, where i'm going, who i'm going there with. i'm who i am because i sit here, i'm who i am because the trail behind me is uniquely mine and the trail ahead will no doubt be the same.

i'm sitting cross legged weighing the past in light of the future realizing the journey is wide open, open ended perhaps, and it's up to me to get lost in it.