On that rather narrow path,

We watch our steps lest we fall.

It’s been a while since we climbed,

Taking only the absolute essential.

It’s a trade off between our needs

And our strength to bear the burden.

To make it to the summit and back,

It’s a rather cunning calculation

Of providing for a hazardous journey

Without it being a too heavy load.

There are some who travel light.

All they require for their passage

Simply appears at the moment of need.

It’s a secret they willingly share

With anyone who cares to ask.

The weight is not upon their backs.

It floats within their spacious hearts.