I travel many roads and live in many places
Often losing my way
Always finding my home.
I travel on the surface
Sometimes diving into the depths
Until I need to breath.
I travel at my own speed
Slower is boring
Faster is scary.
I travel toward the sunrise
Sometimes it looks like the sunset
But I am wrong.
I live in uncertainty
I sometimes visit certainty
But I always return.
I live in shades of grey
I sometimes see black and white
But it is just a mirage.
I live in ambiguity
A comfortable place
Without sharp edges.
I live in hope
I sometimes visit despair
But I always return.
I live surrounded by trees
Knowing I am in the forest
Somewhere.
I am home.
Monday, November 30, 2009
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That is beautiful - such a moving rendering of the human condition. Thank God for home!
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