Thursday, August 23, 2012

Crop Circles

(While enjoying the present...)

I have always sought
For something
Just beyond the next mountain
Around the next bend

An amorphous quest
The journey never ends
Forever an adventure
Beyond expectation

As I look back through the window
At yesterday
I am not she
Although I liked her well
  
Never afraid
To walk the next road
Cobble, dirt
The infinite ether

Food
My medium

Nourishing others

Beyond the expected

Each bite
Becomes part of the whole
Becomes one's thoughts
Enables the breath

Steady
One foot in front of the other
From one bite to the next
Contemplation

Contemplation
Decision
Direction
Up, up, away...



Where are you going?
What is your next bite?





 


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