Christine Phillips Poet Prose

The ladder of Truth

I climb the ladder of truth to dig into my youth, but there was nothing that I could find that could ruin my mind.  I search the corridors of hope, trying to find the path that leads to the mound; it was clear as I could see that the lions were chasing after me.  The road was long, but I took a short cut through the desert sand with a lantern in my hand. The sky almost touches the earth, and I could feel the history of mankind unravel in the ancient stone, and it was my youth that was carved out in those marbled stones.  I could not deny that the heavens meet beneath   the sky and as I stood on top of the mountain, I could hear the universe cry. It was like a balcony was floating in the sea and me and my partner was rocking with thee. We could not see anything around, but the ladder of truth tells you of the glory of your youth. We fought battles in the deep and we strangle mad men in our sleep, we win battles after battles and when our army touches the river Nile, we could hear the lion in the wilderness cry, and the spirit of the pharos would come to our aid and rescue us from the jail. The ladder of truth burns in the wilderness beneath the throne and tells the story of man’s journey to meet with the earth god that is wrapped up in the sun. They travel long-distance searching for the world that no one can find. They travel the globe searching for the truth; they climb the Alps and wander over mountains, sail across big oceans but the story is yet to be told of how mankind crosses his soul.  Climb the ladder of truth and discover the joy of your youth; climb the ladder of truth and learn about your birth and how you were saved from the smoldering earth. Climb the ladder of truth and learn about the mountain of peace and how to absorb the heat. Pay attention to the details of life for your ancestors have made painful sacrifice. When your feet burn in the desert dust, courage is all that you can trust. I can hear the cries from the river Nile, they are the souls weeping in the afterlife, they are searching for their home, but they keep spinning around and around and the horse that reside beneath the sea emerge from the ground and pilot thee home. 
                                   The ladder of truth is buried in the epiphany of your youth

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