Always on the road,
my soul path
traverses unchartered terrain.
It is a long
winding tiny path;
Sometimes hidden
below fallen leaves.
Often, shadowed
by tall grey clouds.
But there it is,
always beckoning, whispering.
And while I walk,
I place one hand on my heart
protecting that sacred place,
that is mine alone.
A pristine place.
A home.
A place of quiet and calm,
of love
and peace
and joy.
Where the universe
can play in unfettered abundance.