My dream trip to the source

The Way to the Source
lies beyond these trees. Ye who seek shall find it and feel it when the time is ripe

Beware Ye who try to own it!

There are many crossings: some easy, others not so

Some have died who tried to change the flow.

The morning and evening are one day. The night schrouds the world in stillness

I struggle on in the dark

The path is high...

and long. The rising sun calls me on

at last...the Jewel of the Mountain - the Tear of the Clouds

I offer my thanks

And Tahawus looks down upon me, blessing me

I rest upon his bones.

and look out upon his world