THE JOURNEY 2
The journey is long. To determine its start is easier than to guess at its end. But it rides with you all the way. Periods of rest may appear deceptively as journey’s ends, but they are little more than reprieves, for the journey continues with every breath. On into the long night, and through the torturous day, the journey extends its path, presenting many facets of life, some new, some old, some familiar as old pains, some foreign as stars.
Along the journey, people are met, songs are remembered, paintings are lost, weapons and wounds are acquired. Knowledge is both hidden and revealed. Perceptions wax and wane in variable amounts. Is there rhythm? Is there reason? Patterns sway like underlake mists in an ever unfolding rhapsody of experience.
The journey touches the heart. It touches the soul. It is the neverending companion of your life.