Becoming One with the Road

November came fast and the date means moving. The first or the second I embark eastward to a more subtle climate. My headdress is growing tattered torn, for the sun shines brightly, dry and cold on my face. War paint glowed with ferocity while crouching in the woods peering at what was to be my next meal. The fierce animal looked back at me with fury in his eyes. At once we pounced from our hidden wombs in the forest. The light is dim but the sky illuminates our bodies pink, orange, and purple. Lashing out at the wild beast that yearns for my flesh as much as I do his… we stop. Like a dog trying to get a clue, the animal stands in tripod fashion peering over his left shoulder, motionless, waiting for my next move.
With eyes drenched in war paint, they appear droopy with the wear of sunlight as my warrior posture becomes extinct. Yearning for peace, mid-stride, with crooked knife raised, I sit down almost instantly, surprising the now statuesque creature.
I reasoned with the creature, dropped my head to my chest in a tired slump, as the steam rose from my mouth, warming my torso.
The animal lowered it’s paw and walked cautiously over the rich soil that we both found common. His head sagged low as20his eyes peered up, watching for any sudden movement from me.
“There is no more need for me to be fierce.” I said in a voice that described my manner. “My family is not of smiles, the fire is not warm and there is for there is no food for our children’s strength. To fight any longer would be a waste, we must move on. I choose to sit. Either you can take my life beast, or I will walk away.”
The beast looked puzzled. His pupils, black and full of color. He had never seen such wear, such desolation. A man that gives up on his family gives up on himself.
How could I give up? I questioned my statements. The cold was here, though surely on the journey east, without a proper home, without a slay, my children would not survive. I hopped up to my feet with last spurt of energy I had.
I chalked my hands up and looked at the route. Surely I couldn’t leave without doing the thing, I had to stay. It was my obligation to do this route I was only one move short. Surrender would let ‘myself down on the road east. This last attempt had to be flawless, either way I was taking down my draws. The temperatures were great for climbing, but a little hard to bare, I felt sometimes like giving up.
Squatted in front of the beast I reached behind my back and sharpened the blade with the crisp cool air. The sharpness of my knife, produced a reflection. I saw not only a knife, but a mirror image, a mirror into myself. My potential was cosmic and endless (just like yours); the only thing that could limit this was surrender. I had not wallowed this long in the woods without recognizing my life’s mandala. I could never stop learning about myself, and my how I existed with my surroundings. I awoke from my thoughts and peered up slowly with renewed eyes.
The animal now stood like a kitchen table. His mouth, was of elephant tusk borders dripping Saliva that spilled like syrup to the ground. I thrusted the blade eastward into the air pointed in the direction of my target.
At that moment: Rage, love, loss, energy, lack of , space, sky, dirt, tears, blood, stress, jealousy, sadness, beauty, happiness, joy, and excitement, and drew the beast and I together like attracting magnets with the strength of vision from a closed eye. My feet seemed to move like your favorite cartoon on psychedelics. Trailing in the evening light we pounced together in the clearing.
I sat with exhaust and amazement looking back at what I had just climbed. Sitting at the rest for about a minute, I took deep breaths in and out of my chest, I regained my strength to finish what I had started.
I clasped the beast on his spine and felt his body go limp. Turning him from my lap to the ground. His head fell to the left, it was then I realized I had done what I needed to carry on. I carried the beast over my shoulder to my children as I knelt to receive hugs and kisses from the one’s who had admiration.
I had woke up in m car one week prior. I had awakened from a dream that I was hanging with joy from the last jug.
Climbing and life go hand in hand. Listening to your self can be hard sometimes, but determination will surmount. To conquer your goals takes determination. Secondly, you must know you can complete the goal you are trying to grasp. I once read that “a mind without distractions is a tall order”0 It’s the mind’s job to try and sway you from your goal. When you think your farthest away from them, your actually closer than you ever were. It’s in the hardest times we must keep our clarity, and the easier when we must focus to remember what is clear . Stay close to your heart. Remember, life is a journey with all goals in reach, to loose focus is all that can render one from obtainment. You’ll know when distraction hits, you should feel it in your gut.