Footsteps: our greatest gift
To move, be free and set a course of our choosing
The rhythm that carries us to the mingling of heaven and
earth
Cold in the shadows of giants but drawn onwards, ever
onwards
Until we have no choice but to rest our feet, open our eyes,
and fill our hearts
Before we set sail again
Born by wild spirits with only our souls as a compass
We bask in the purity of the moment and ask only for the
gift of another day
Amid the world's great towers our feet echo, through flaming
forest, alongside dancing waters, under vast and mysterious skies, they echo
Relentless in their cadence, knocking on the door to the unknown
The door which, when it swings defiantly open, reminds us of
the irrelevance of humanity and the consequence of time
We strive to pay homage to her majesty, her mystery, her
magic, but she thwarts us
Refusing as she does to be bound by the confinements of our imaginations
Our mother flaunts her immortality
And our only answer is footsteps
Footsteps from Rockhouse Motion on Vimeo.
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