“You can’t travel the Path till you become the Path”

NaPoWriMo… and what a day that is.

“You Can’t travel the Path till you become the Path”

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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