Steps

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Steps

A few times I’ve been on the step,
Next to the one that’s last.
On that step, true knowledge stands,
And winks at me quite fast.

So I look back, just as quick,
With smiling eyes forlorn.
My presence on this step,
Casts webs away; veils’ torn.

This step I readied for,
Plus matters needing more.
This next step to the last,
Ponder questions insecure.

This step to me I see,
Joy's vessel has cried dry.
Fear wisps my ills away;
Gone now from my side.

Crisp infinite shade,
Each step before,
Slowly growing brighter,
Ushered in by it's dull roar.

Taste Spirit, praise souls sight;
All past days have kindled right.
Many times churning right,
I eagerly ponder past personal flight.