The Cave and the Bohdi
I turned my back to the wall that was the whole world.
I unhooked my arms from those who too gawked ahead at the rock.
I grew weary of the stillness.
I never thought to ask why we do the things we do.
There would be no answer.
I stepped toward the light which up until this point was only acquainted to my back which it
had warmed all these years.
It felt nice. It felt comfortable.
The shadow that I was began to stretch, grow, and cling against the cave.
I was not snagged. I did not step back.
Then cams the deluge of change that burned like fire.
I was blinded and lost for the briefest of moments that lasted a lifetime.
I looked up.
Finally.
I was at the foot of the rock.
I can see to its crown.
The stone I thought I knew was a stranger.
It wasn’t damp, cold, silent.
It was bright, colorful.
Teaming with life.
Step by step I climbed.
Passing predator and prey.
The Bohdi at the apex held out its arms beckoning for an embrace.
I returned the gesture in kind, close my eyes and cherish its engulfment of me.
I sniffed at it’s beautiful aromas.
They replaced the scents I called home.
I backed away, beheld.
Behind it. Mountainous cascades that stretched into infinity.
This was the first step of many.