to walk my way to myself.
There were sun and the grass and flowers;
There were river and bridge and animals;
There were also wind and clouds and rain.
There were me and you and others on the way.
Other things and beings, visible and invisible.
Today, while I was walking that way, something happened.
And I see that, while I was walking my way to myself-
it turned into a Way to the Self.
I don’t know if it is a rare mystery,
or ancient alchemy,
or something inevitable and ordinary,
but I stand here still,
going further without making moves,
thankful and peaceful-
needing no more words.
copyright: Eloratea
