climbing the ascension of within

there is the first winter of humility

leading to the springtime of reborn

into the summer of freshly full blown

followed by the fall of inner depth revealed

on into the winter of steep and solid spacious silence

then followed by a spring of pouring forth

leading to a summer of vast acceptance

and a fall of witnessing beyond worth

into a winter of inward expansive embrace

just before a springtime beyond elation

then a summer of self-inner surrender

followed by a fall of demystifying account

next a winter beyond the need for proven truth

entering a spring of constant presence

passing into a summer of empty richness

followed by a fall of oneness realized

onto a winter of inward timeless journey

and then a spring of humanness in kind

lending itself to a summer of oneness in every moment

and a fall of inward splendor pouring out

to a winter of beyond experience's sake

a spring of essentially every moment, the same

moving onto a summer of timelessness as journey

coming to a fall of human spirit in shared delight

oh to the winter that cast no shadows

then a spring of thoughtless emotional caring

leading to the summer of shared spirit in delight

venturing into the fall of unending connectivity

then to a winter of soul presence that unites

reaching a springtime in selfless value

where to be in a summer of sensate coalesce 

next a fall of in-depth rejuvenation

leading to a winter of woven lifetime revelations

and then a spring of welling in the above and the beyond

now into a summer of drawnness apart from reason

and a fall on giving up on acting out

giving in to a winter of peace without claim

then a spring that words can't explain

yes, a summer of complete and utter

then a fall of no beginning or any end

gives me a winter of soul presence

a spring as if destiny already spent

for a summer having a now of constancy

together with a fall beyond summary's worth

yes, winter had the beauty of absence personified 

what when spring came as if a song to sing

and a summer that presented an ability to play

and that fall still lingerings as an intone of afterglow

I had seasons as a stairway of ascension

and time as the steps of methods taken

in this moment, I have a nothingness for guidance

and now, for this mind, is ever the replacement . . .