Climb Up the Ladder
— A journey to the transcendent world
This is a short poetry I wrote during one of the Create-day events at CounterReality. I wrote it right after I read The Prophet by Lebanese-American poet Khalil Gibran. The Prophet shares Khalil’s romantic point of view on life and nature. This book had a great influence on the American counterculture movement in 1960s. I felt very inspired by him and wrote “Climb Up the Ladder”.
I’ve reached the top of the hill.
There I see no one,
But a ladder.
I look up the sky.
And see a blinking moon.
I climb up the ladder,
The ladder collapses.
There appears the second ladder.
I look up the sky,
I grab hold the ladder firmly.
The gale coming from nowhere steals the ladder from my hands.
I look down the mountain,
A group of sheep is looking at me with their huge innocent eyes.
I look up the sky.
There appears the third ladder,
I step on it.
It ascends,
Five inches above the ground,
Fifty feet above the ground,
Thirteen miles above the ground,
It stops abruptly.
I climb up the ladder again.
The ladder grows as I climb.
I finally see the moon.
I wave to the moon and ask: “how are you?”
The moon says: “I’m cold.”
I give it a hug.
Kukakakaka,
I become a rabbit.
