Paths Reach Out

To my friend Jeremy Kemp,
who has challenged me to create
who has lived and learned
who has the courage to follow his Wanderlust
to the ends of the Earth

People these days are slaves to predictability.

Day after agonizing day I see people enslaved by comfort,
Thralls to the mundane
And shackled into servitude of the familiar.

They take refuge in the certainty of their home
and their own food and thoughts and routine.

There are countless words that simply
do not translate into any native tongue
But you will write for yourself a new dictionary!

 I realized tonight that paths do not grow outwards from our homes.
Instead, our destinations reach out and find us.

You stepped from your home today and found a gravel path you did not remember.
On a stone was written a single phrase, so delicately carved into the flat surface:
“We eagerly await your arrival”

There is much danger to be seen
And many stones will creep into your sandals.
Your feet will bleed

And your canteen will often run dry

But Kodama and sylphs will sing out to you
to place a hand on your shoulder
And the breath of everyone you know
will fill you

The path ahead blurs into fog, but tread on with heart!
Here’s to the future
Glorious unpredictability
Sacred chaos
and Perfect uncertainty

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