Like a vine that climbs a wall
Ever so slowly,
Roots seeking crevices
For anchoring,
I climb the walls of time;
Ever so gradual
Is my ascent
To deeper places,
The soul yearning
For cracks in the facade
Of the everyday
Through which the real
Beneath appears,
Revealing the genuine
Like tiny droplets
Of life-giving water
Sustaining the growth
Of the ivy.
We all need to be live the vine constantly growing and learning