on the road.
continually i find the path to be clear
only where i know must next step.
blurred tangents and vague off-roads,
somehow magnetic, hold no vision of
what may come, tempt to sway me.
i waver to and fro, but this Rock keeps
me straight. i may lose sight (more than
may) of the goal of this pesky trail, with
all these turns and tides through time.
it's no strange wonder that travelers lose
direction when they smell the flowers. but so
i keep my feet strong and follow bends
as they come. full of anticipation and wonder,
i resolve to trust the Way.
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