“Journey’s end, begin anew to reveal.”
The flowing stream is never still.
The wind so roving, beaming light,
Nature’s way this is, day and night…
The tiny shoot grows to a tree;
Some generation grow, some spree.
Beating heart, enlightened thought,
The quest of one’s spirit is sought…
Behind me is now the city gate.
Tree sways, river sings, I am late.
Lower the stirrup cup, old friend,
The rising sun beckons and ascend…
Ahead of me, tomorrow’s mystic lure.
The Silk Road calls, The Tao does assure.
My house remains- My home is in me.
A history of footprints greet the tree…
Something is before, something left behind.
Journey began with a single footfall of mind.
Treading a carpet of bright tomorrow.
Now I have no past but sorrow!! …
” Ellie ”
The pictures are from bing.com…