Poetry of Your Making

You are lead and are leading, yet you hide before me, oh end, oh road to the mystery, the opening of a place of nature, to the next point to its answer. Are you real, oh Road? Are you real, oh Canopy? Are you a place of wonderment, and a place of innocent nature before me? Be open to what may appear in its own becoming, its own changing moment and journey to its peace, its happiness, its lovely nature of being, of open, of mystery to its need. So, next time, oh road to you, next time, oh journey into nature and peace.

Photograph by Randie Mayo “Bobbi”

Will you walk with me, and journey to its mystery, will you walk with me? Until then.