I am a traveler through my mind.
There are many worn paths there.
Some are well cut through the clutter and some are barely visible thru the mist.
They seem to go in all directions like a spider’s web and some appear to double back on themselves.
There are many that are circular, some large, some small.
Over and around they go….over and over….around and around.
Many, many a mile…..
I can see I have been over most of this ground and I can tell by the ruts that I must have been dragging a heavy burden.
Many of my paths go downhill
A few up a hillside
I see that the main path is narrow and straight
But it is overgrown with weeds and doesn’t look passable
The one way traffic light is burned out and doesn’t work anymore
There is a whipping post…..
It has heavy manacles, and I can see where the lash has cut deep into that totem of woe.
It has been warped by tears and chiseled by scratches.
I am the wielder of the lash and the object of its affections.
I used to spend a lot of time there…..exacting justice and retributions.
I can’t seem to travel with my hands in my pockets
I don’t know which path to take
I can see light in the distance at the end of a few paths, but should I assume light is good?
What if it’s a funeral pyre or Hell? One and the same?
I don’t walk down dark paths anymore.
That’s where the scary man be….
Even though the dark ones are well paved and easily trod, I have traveled them with the thought of easy passage.
Oh yes, so easy…..
I have cut a new path.
It’s not very long yet, but it is well marked and well lit.
I sprinkle diamonds to make sure I can find my way back to the beginning in case this path too shall stray.
I learned this trick from my previous travels over these roads in my mind.
I can always find my way back to the beginning of a road, but where did I start exactly and why is it dark there now?
Diamonds absorb the light in my soul….
They light the dark paths and keep away the scary man that lives here too.
No path exists where no foot has been set.
To step is to travel….