bathed by moonlight
alive in the night
for the mountain
paths not taken
The spiritual path through life has many branches. Some barren . . . withered fingers pointing in many directions. A crooked path . . . beckoning. The black, barren branch—night coursing through its veins . . . thrumming, humming blacklight. This dark branch is bent, not broken.
The mountaintop is shrouded in white mist . . . and night mist. The moon illuminates the path only so far. The rest remains hidden. The way is hidden . . . cloaked in mist. The mist-filled way.
The barren branch is not dead. It has vibrant life inside its disguise. A path not taken because of appearances. False assumptions stopping the journey. Embrace the barren, vibrant path. Use night eyes . . . see the light.
Artwork in photo: Spirstep 3 by J Brock