ONE AND THE SAME

The Blessed, they
stood at the edge
of the tracks,
with nothing but
wind and trees
at theirs backs.

“Which way will
you go, which
path will you take,
who will you
consult before the
decision you make?”

She stood at the
stone where the
pathways divide,
looking at those
who stood by
her side.

“Which way will
I go?”, she asked
their advice,
“Go with your
instinct, no need
to think twice.”

Taking steps
forward she could
feel that behind,
was something not
distant, but held
in her mind.

It seemed here
and there were
one in the same,
so onward she
went as the wind
called her name.

Morganpoet