I’m a warrior on the path, a path,
the path to nowhere in particular, the path to all places in my world.
The path could be going in circles, spiraling circles,
with no true direction, except everywhere
The outcome is death, the path is walked in life,
So perhaps it’s best to not get to my destination too quickly after all.
A path was fooling me, luring me, with temptations of tranquility and balance.
I liked it, I wanted it, I chose it, with all my might.
And all the time, I was talking about my heart leading the way.
Now, my heart has gone strongly forward in a new direction, with me hanging onto the reigns
for dear life;
I can hardly say no to my heart, since I have already pledged myself to it.
Now, the windhorse has stopped for a cool drink from the stream, and I can look around,
examining my new surroundings.
Where am I, out in the world….among people and things,
far from “home”, yet my true home is carried with me;
Thinking on my feet, taking one step at a time, so to speak…
Hanging onto a persona doesn’t help people, I see that.
Therefore, it’s hardly gonna help me.
Flushing it…..
I have leapt.
