So let it be said, finally, that all footpaths have led to bliss. The days of wandering and wondering and waiting, and the silent nighttime meditations with the wind knocking on the walls, of hands clasping and unclasping under averted eyes, feeling in every present circumstance that the one true zenith has not yet been reached, have not been in vain.
She is my strength renewed; my conscience; my keeper; the blood that floods the tunnels to my heart; the hands at my temple; the palms across my brow; the arms that hold me at the waist. My swords all fall at her feet. My body is the barrier between her and all ill.
A century will pass and another still, then two more will stand at this place we have stood; at the highest point there is, at the axis of the universe, with all of nature bearing witness to a union of the inner essences. The surroundings will make themselves even more splendid as a testament to the highest achievement of the living. And somewhere, someone may recall, remember that we too were young, envision us here and smile.
Photography by Ian N'Kosi Joseph. Words by Kwesi Ako Dash. © 2009
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