mountains high; kissing clouds roads long; twisting routes doubts about the journey mount, before the thought’s even out

the mirror scolds of dreams untold
let them go, it softly whispers wisps of wishes float down gently the air, heavy; thick – though not enough to hold dreams up

they sink down, seeping a mind reaching, almost grieving deferred dreams of withered grapes knees clean; never scraped

narratives that help escape,
keep the mind, blindly caged the stage is set… to be content

for what is a life well lived? if not to a heart, for which we give

the question is, but of direction point the way, to take your steps in

for these steps ARE the journey take them slow, without hurry it’s okay to worry and catch some bruises losing offers the way forward

lessons earned with each shortcoming but take these steps, they keep on coming no need for running - just step, by step by step the path is kept, within sight

slight turns and deviations broken mind of concentration but in the fog, keep on walking your heart is talking - keep on listening

one step one breath beginnings of this lifelong quest ends are starts, where we depart

the journey is but of the art so keep on walking, every day as steps convey, the inner self

paint your path, and create your life