A stroll in Epiphany

As I trudged
Down a nameless road
With a sack drooping from my shoulders,
Heavy as heads of many stones,
Pulling me to the ground,
I came upon an epiphany
walking upon the same road.

Then I looked up and saw
A woman upon whose head seated
The earth.
Yet with ease, she strolled,
Up and down as a breeze in bliss.

Another, a man
Whose shoulders held
Mountains called burdens.
Yet sprightly he sauntered through the trail,
Swaying about like weightless light.

I stood transfixed by this wonderment!
Could the wind be so kind to unveil
The harmony to which they danced,
And the balsam that soothed their aches
And put their weight at ease with their feet!

But then it struck me, epiphany, it struck:
Life gives gifts of grains, of seeds, of things raw,
Requiring sowing and growing then pruning;
I suppose then harvesting,
And plugging into minds' remote places,
To illuminate and give meaning.

I realized still that for a hardening,
First, melting through the furnace.
Thereupon, peace as steel as wings we evolve,
And lightly and freely we glide the waves, over the storms,
To reach the sky.