Streams and Paths:
Where Consciousness
& Change Meet
Strange situation
Caught in mid-air
Waiting
for…
The
shoe to drop
The
door to close
A
window to open
A
light to show the way
Dark
& secretive
Cocooning
Digging
Burying
Hide the dark away
So that no one sees
No one knows
What is the “right” road?
Does it exist?
Standing at that fork
Looking down those two
roads
Their way veiled by the
golden woods
Did Frost know?
How could he?
Both were hidden
And if you start out going
one way
Can you make another choice after that?
Is it like Sartre said- we can choose
We have the option to be, think, feel
Try a different path every new day?
Or are we fixed and the
further we tread
The heavier our steps
The more entrenched we
become
Maybe we walk in free
And we become entangled
Forced onto a path
Until it splits
Divides
Branches out
And we choose anew
Until we come to the end
The destination
The place where we can see
everything
The whole map
All the paths
All the ways, blocked or
free
