Return from High

I am of the land, the sky, the mountains,
I partly grew from them.
I sit and survey infinitely, serenely.

Yet a mantle of guilt
sits on my shoulders.

The clouds witness my changing head-
mind accepts it must be open
and yet keep a truth for the world.

The guilt is that I cannot accept guilt
for those who would corrupt my ordered thoughts,
the world has corruption,
I have learned to find answers from my holy teachers.

It is a very perilous and winding path,
but I'm ready to leave now.