By shore
I dreamt I was walking a path on the edge of a great mountain. On one side of this mountain I could see a valley, lush with trees and life. On the other side, there was nothing, it’s as if a great fire had swept across the land, and in it’s wake had left a new beginning. As I move forward the narrow path in front of me opens up, and the trail that I am walking diminishes into the bed of a great lake. I fear that I am lost, and to continue down this path, I must drown what I know in the waters of my faith. Cleansing my mind and soul of what I have seen. As I contemplate my emersion, I can’t help but follow the shoreline with my eyes. Again I can see two sides, on one, a vast ocean with sealife and plants growing from every crevice. On the other, a desert, the waters edge receding swiftly with every passing moment. The heat unbearable, and the air suffocating. I am torn between these two shores, and for the moment have given rest to the thought of my emersion into the great lake.
