NaPoWriMo… and what a day that is.
“You Can’t travel the Path till you become the Path”
There are many worn paths on this journey
Many forks in the road leading to the next one.
Deterrents are beyond multiple; caught in the wind
snagged by a twig, stumbled by a rock
The hawk cries, the squirrel races, the brook babbles
Each look/see slow the motions where the going is
And if the get there has any chance of getting anywhere
When it all doesn’t matter in the going cause you’re there
The path is yours, you become the path that is
and all this forking and snagging, and stumbling
is for the personal enjoyment that makes it all
a pleasurable morning walk to no-where in particular
Cause you’re already exactly where you’re suppose to be.
And That’s perfect