My journey - I never quite understood
My path that just came along
as i walked - pulled on by a
force unknown.
But I cry now - in joy or pain
I know not - for which
Now - when I get in touch
with the stops of a journey.
When a human heart
logical and on its quest of life
A life on mission and purpose
marching ahead to its own drum
deaf and mute - to the grass,
the lilies and the butterflies.
And then at some point
at some moment,
at some occasion,
when something happens
and there is a stillness, a silence:
of reflection, of realisation, of introspection.
It is for the joy of that moment, that silence
that I pursue the path...
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