The Road Travelled

 
The road is long and ever winding;
Searching your truth is hard finding;

It was deemed normal to have luggage so full;
Twin items found missing,yet you feel a superficial
pull;

A moment to rest, you sit on a rock;
Figuring what path to take, you ponder in thought;

Realization occurs, walking the path with a lighter
suitcase;
Makes it easier for one to pick up the pace;

Such that the road becomes straight and smooth;
Even with all the hills to face you are in the groove;

With yourself in free thought and intended action;
Lessons become a breeze even when there is traction;

But keep in mind the straight road will have pot
holes;
Just remember they are easy to fix even when your
heart folds;

Meditate softly, again, helping your heart open;
In quiet peace or while listening to Chopin;

Taking time to find yourself will help you grow;
Thus will make it easier to live in flow;

On your road you may find a stream;
Then stop for a moment and allow yourself to dream;

Enjoy the water with all it's ripples;
They are there to remind you not to stay crippled;

And just how do you end this story?
Ahh, it never ends, as the love of life is full of
glory!