Threshold

1/20/15 (Minutes after The Feels)

The winding twisting turns,
Of Life, sometimes they burn.
When approaching what ye yearn,
Its like an unfolding fern.

When all the puzzle pieces fit,
Finally we can have time to sit,
Lifting thanks up to the Gods,
As we celebrate with the temples of our bods.

Sometimes when from the city I flee,
I find myself a place to be,
And  as I sit beneath The Tree,
My soul finally soars free,

Out with the negativity I cough
And I sip from the deep trough
Of the wisdom of my life,
Looking back on years of strife.

Gazing forward, I see times where life will be a bore,
But pulling through will let me soar.
Back to the Emerald City I'll tour,
Able to aid others with what they search for.