Some roads take it out of you.

Some roads restore you.

Some roads lead away from that which would have taken your light.

Some roads lead directly into the light-restoring silence.

It can take a long time of meandering and travel to learn which road is for you;

and, even then, only the Fool of Roads will try to convince you there is only one road.

There are many roads that can suit a person, each with a season and a lesson,

with gates of stepping through and stepping beyond that lead to still other roads.

Get rid of the harsh voice that holds any road you've walked against you.

Hold your eyes up to the horizon and say:

I am an Explorer of the Ten Thousand Roads.


(c) 2018 / Frank LaRue Owen (Wandering Stone Lantern) purelandpoetry.com

sound: Forrest Fang / Letters to the Farthest Star / Burnt Offerings (ambient remix)

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