I'm going on a journey
down a cobbled path,
a path I newly found
but truly never left
I turn my head—right, left
and all the ways
I'm being fed
the veil of choosing
what is true, what is you
what is good and enough
rush there and everywhere
—the world can push you.
A breath, a pause, curiosity
is what tills the soil
it's the 'so what' of living free
when what is hot, is not
when you dare to care
when what's in front
turns small into big,
less into more.
I know,
it's been said.
Redirect,
dig deep into near
before the gentle
or sudden pulling
of impermanence
appears like a veil
creating distance
between the here
and the there.
Remember the whisper,
'all' is not the purpose
of the trek
no matter the river,
float in the rapids
do not resist,
or put on the wrappers
when the current stirs,
or the bottom sways.
Seed good shifts,
have hope,
make moments
—for you and others
build love,
create comfort
—carefully,
these are choices
that pull
far to near.
so valuable they are
there is no price
except for the price
of not pursuing.
but one day, if not today,
we will finally get
that the purpose
of the trek is how we spend
—the moment.
I know,
it's been said.
But still...
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