The Path and the Journey
Lowering to ripplesEasing through this rocky path
Toward my home
I am calling; speaking softly
And you hear me coming through
Looking out for wanted places
Seeing faces
Until this home journey ends
What is life without a meaning
Spinning circles of this well intended marked but beaten path
I do not follow, but am led as if a sheep
Until I slumber.
6-25-10
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