Endless Way Forward
The
breeze is sending waves through tall and heavy flora.
Soft
whispers, gleaming lights, and fragrant smells.
The
sea of emerald is wavering and flowing;
A
fair display of the nature’s wealth.
Primeval
paradise looks welcoming and fruitful.
It
promises a plethora of joy
And
earthly pleasures to whoever could be looking
For
simple healthy life on fertile soil.
However,
this seductive landscape isn’t peaceful.
One’s
eyes can spot the dangers and the pains.
The
stronger flourishes; the weaker has to wither –
This
is the law that wildlife never breaks.
A
pack of wolves is chasing down a herd of deer;
A
group of men is staging an attack
Against
the dwellers of a small adjacent village,
Intending
to enslave, to kill, to wreck.
Life
has no value other than one’s mere function,
The
right to live is earned through self-defense;
This
rich and fecund meadow has become a dungeon
Where
everybody cares for themselves.
The
ones who suffer would have gladly left this lowland,
But
endless sea is bordering the place,
And
quite a mighty, menacing, steep cliff is blocking
The
only path on foot, the eastward way.
A
minor grassy hill is found by the cliffside.
Some
men and women, exquisitely dressed,
Have
gathered on its top; they are all looking upwards,
At
the imposing rock’s wide open chest.
Indeed!
A party of determined daring people
Is
climbing the impregnable grey wall.
They
have no proper tools and lack the good equipment,
But
still they move and jump, they catch and hold.
The
overwhelming height discourages the effort;
The
quest looks futile in the giant shade.
The
pioneers’ lives could all be lost forever
Because
of their very first mistake.
Yet
they advance, though every step feels like a challenge.
The
cliff puts everybody to the test.
A
push of wind; one girl has almost lost her balance
And
was supported by a friend’s embrace.
The
ones below gaze at them, perplexed and puzzled.
Some
others look amused or stupefied.
They
fail to grasp the fact that somebody would rather
Take
such great pains to drop this wealthy life.
Why
would these people start an enterprise this useless?
Why
would this stupid young man help the girl?
Why
fix the situation if he could abuse it?
Why
would they change the comfortable world?
None
of these questions bothers those who are ascending.
They
know full well the abyss under them.
They
pave the road so that others could escape it
And
interrupt the course of cruel game.
No
single step behind! A fall is very easy,
Extremely
hard it is to climb again.
No
treacherous return to nicely looking evil
That
looks attractive to a weaker man.
So
they go on; they want to finish this endeavor
And
reach the summit that awaits ahead.
Right
on the top, expecting, there is the Measure,
The
beacon and the tool; the Razor’s Edge.
11.04.2017