CATEGORY: PLUM SPORT DATE: OCTOBER 3, 2018
With a steaming mug of hot lemon water near my yoga mat, it is flexibility I seek.
A wondering wandering soul does not need to take the road or make the road, for he is the road, of course y’all know this.
Yesterday, my journeys began wondering. If I chose a well-worn way, would there be more peace? More love? A peace born from countless years of learning. Learned by painful errors in judgement that seem inevitable when dominated by negative world affairs for so long. Surely, we learn it’s not fun to be in pain. Every empathetic step should lead along an understanding trail, providing us all with much needed love respites.
Someday, my journey may wonder over the road not taken. Why was it not taken? Is it even possible, over humanity’s history that there could be or ever has been a road not taken by at least one wondering wandering soul? We humans tend to regurgitate and have come-round-the-same-way experiences, while they may look different, they are in fact the same experience, loving and peaceful or the lack thereof. Pondering, being a poet’s great resource then, is the road there to take, or is the road there to make?
Now my journey is one of a calmer wonder. Whether taking a small exciting jaunt, or a path of new discoveries, having learned (at least somewhat), from my own extremely painful experiences, it’s more peaceful to know love goes with you. No need to put love in a pesky additional-cost-travel-luggage to take with you, that could get lost. Since wherever you go, love goes, every time. Just remember to use it.
So, then, maybe it’s not that we need to choose to take a road or make a road, rather we are already the road, and all roads lead home, home is love.
Why, it’s an up-side-down, gushy, sour, really twisted, shadowy, loud…NO, not my new dress, but another Deja Vu experience.
This has been a deb’s witty ditty on deb’s ditty blog.
