A thought

I lose myself in you -
a path on the slopes
of a bathed in light mountain.

I feel that am one with you
yet I want to know
if I climb or go down-
if you ascend to the heaven
or the sky descends to you.

I am whole in you-
still, I yearn to know:
are you whole without me?

I wonder
what haughty thought crossed my mind
that I had quit to be a mountain,
becoming a path in search for a purpose,
a direction and a fate?

I didn't find the answer,
all I know is that, since then,
it hurts me every stone
under the travelers' steps.