The road was before him. . .
After taking such a long time to look at it and get advice on what steps to take, what was ahead and how it was to be best traveled; after getting detailed maps and marking off the best, most direct routes, firing up the most sophisticated of GPS Systems, he finally started off with one s i n g l e s t e p
M O M E N T O U S
One Solitary Step
was all it really took for the journey. . .and it was quite an excursion!
He walked and ran and then walked and ran some more.
One step sometimes was more similar than the one before,
but he walked on;
Sometimes, he ran faster;
Sometimes, he crawled slower;
Sometimes, he just stood still, not moving even an inch for days. . .
P A R A L Y Z E D
The road never much accommodated him. It never took one step for him or moved him forward. At times it would present him challenges. Because of it’s flaws he would slip, fall, get scrapped and cut, bloodied and bruised. Exhausted most of the time from his seemingly never ending wanderings, the road would never assist him, but it did just what a road was suppose to do:
P R O V I D E P A S S A G E
U N T I L . . .
He came to that ominous FORK in the Road. . .
It wasn’t the first one he had ever seen or even had been confronted, but this was a monumental fork;
at least he made it be so. . .
Maybe it was out of frustration. Maybe it was inspiration or just plain desperation or exasperation, but he didn’t choose left or right this time. He went straight
ahead. . .tore up his maps, unheeded his expensive advice, became deaf to the pleading-ever-rerouting-of the GPS; discarded his vast experience and he trudged on. . .
His every step was a new road planted and his heart palpitated with excitement, adventure and purpose until he came to the
A P P A R E N T E N D
Before him was a huge cater. It was wider than he could see across, deeper than he could his eyes could focus and longer than the horizon could swallow. . .
It was then, unfortunately, he discovered that with each step he had taken, not only had he advanced at least one more step, but he had also erased forever the step before.
R E T U R N
G O I N G B A C K
were not even concepts, let alone, possibilities.
He waited. . .
w a i t e d. . .
at the end of his next step with all of its
e n l i g h t e n e d d a r k e n e d p r o m i s e. . .
It wasn’t in a step taken or dared,
but he had the sense as he damned his foolish actions
of not staying on the path,
T H A T
A L L R O A D S
led to the place that he was standing;
that in fact,
it would have never had mattered
which road he would have ever taken
whenever because they would have all led him
to this exact same place. . .
ALL OF THEM !
He had discovered at that flash,
t h e
M y s t e r y o f L i f e :
There’s no turning
or going back
because everything leads to where he was standing!
and an even grander enigma:
Coming to the End of the Horizon is never a Conclusion so much as a Commencement!
Head head high,
air rushing through his nostrils,
blood pulsating through his veins liked a busted dam,
h e d i d i t. . .
The wait was over. . .
He stepped out
O N E
It took him to
t h a t
place of endless beginnings;
There were no
nor desire to do so. . .
The Step Taken,
The Chance Seized,
B E G U N
F O R E V E R
Pssssssssssssssssssssssssst of the Day:
No need for a New Year when Every Step Brings You Endless
W A L K O N
w a l k o n
w a l k