Walking Among the Gods Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

I walk where the earth meets the heavens,
where the wind speaks in voices too old to name,
where the sky stretches beyond sight,
and time is nothing but the echo of footsteps
on the sacred ground of legends.

Mountains rise like silent watchers,
carved by hands unseen,
bathed in light that does not belong to this world.
The air is heavy with something ancient,
a presence that lingers in the spaces between moments,
whispering of those who walked here before.

I do not speak, for words feel small.
I only listen,
to the hush of eternity wrapped around me,
to the unseen forces shifting like shadows,
to the quiet hum of something greater
than the sum of all I have ever known.

Here, the weight of the past presses into the stones,
stories etched in cracks and crevices,
memories held in the hush of the wind.
I feel them, just beneath my skin-
the warriors, the dreamers, the lost and the found,
their spirits brushing against mine
like flickering light on restless water.

I am nothing, and I am everything.
A fleeting breath in the vastness of existence,
yet tethered to something eternal.
The gods do not walk beside me,
but their presence is in the rhythm of my steps,
in the pulse of the world beneath me,
in the way the sky swallows my fears
and leaves only wonder behind.

I walk on,
not seeking answers,
not chasing immortality,
but simply moving forward,
one step at a time,
through the endless mystery of being.