Sisyphus

Sisyphus He rolled the boulder with his burdened shoulder up that treacherous summit Tricked in hubristic self-righteousness again and again he thought he had done it We engage in similar madness regardless of whether Gods punished us somehow or we simply can’t fathom another journey on the path to inner enlightenment miss the signs and the signposts when or ways fail when stones refuse to relent but can be split into fragments when we grant us permission for change and allow release alternative solutions of metaphorical splinters from arrogant highbrow where peaks of peace result from shattered acceptance and humble atonement Once we’re forgiven and forgive our delusion that we know and are certain hold truth when we don’t stones can roll all by themselves and moss rests at the cliff face