Tuesday, November 07, 2017
The Traveler
The Traveler
This is not a journey
of the senses.
There are no landmarks,
no postcards and souvenirs
along the way.
It is a journey into
the cave of solitude.
You will enter realms
not on any map.
Your compass will fail,
and your vision will falter.
Even the stars, those
ancient guiding beacons,
will grow dim.
You will be
your own guide,
feeling your way forward
by the light of your own illumination.
Finally you will realize
you have been here before.
You will have reached
the center of your own being.
You will enter once more
through a door named
Love.
Dorothy Walters
(photo by Ann Rick)
