Hands dirty with chalk dust.
Eyes scouting the rock crusts with wild lust.
In my hands, feet and mind I will trust,
To make it up or just bust.
My hands are now ready for the embrace.
My mind is now fit to conquer this place.
My feet are now wanting to make their first pace.
I conquer the first stone, a modest achievment,
When one sees the vastness of nature’s stone children.
I merge with the stones, I learn to be humble.
I know now that I, might possibly stumble,
And temples of rock might possibly crumble.
But no matter this, its not why I came here,
For fear, retreat and defeat!
I came for the truth, the truth of the conquest.
I want to embrace, to trace and to climb,
Outwit my will power and reach a clear sight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem