The journey waits, for our participation

Buried yearnings seek emancipation

Unless we take a step, there isn’t a path

Along the way, there will be a blissful bath

If we see the journey’s end, we’ve lost our way

Time teaches us about a temporary stay

Enjoyment isn’t a milestone

Joy has always been ours, never on loan

First water, then air supports our journey

Being in the moment, we’re not late or early

Keeping the hands free and open

We rebuild bridges that are broken

The journey has many more to welcome

It is for existence to reckon

Ours, keeping the feet and mind happy

Allowing the heart to do what it may fancy