The narrow path
In the woods, a narrow path jumps out of the blankness
And snakes underneath shadows of thorn trees
Into the hidden valley
It looks cleanly swept
As if many feet have journeyed upon it
In search of God-knows what
That which exists beyond the realm of the transient present
A search out of the frozen reality of being
The path closes at my feet,
And for some reason I wish I was the moon
Free to awaken dark azures
Beyond the thorn trees, I suddenly see the path opens widely Read more
