The Journey Home Begins with One Step

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THE JOURNEY HOME BEGINS WITH ONE STEP

They say it begins with one step,
What does this mean?
To start means to begin again,
For each journey is not of discovery,
It is to remember who we are,
Each new experience is a culture,
Each new decision is another track,
For to tac in new directions,
Expands the horizon of our beliefs.
Uplifting our wings on the winds
Of change.

The traveller is one who leaves home to find it,
To venture into other worlds challenges our own,
For worlds are seen through multiple perspectives,
Yet the real world is unchanged,
For to travel lightly enables one to move freely unattached,
As new ways challenge what is known,
One can be thrown by alternative customs,
For round wheels can be square pegs,
To fit the rim one feels safe and secure,
To be out of step immobilises movement in any direction,
As reinforcing beliefs form the sign posts of where to go,
To choose to give way, go back or stop!
Yet each person knows the direction they must go,
When they lose direction,
And listen to the whispering wind,
For to flow with life is a school without walls,
That is open to the current of love,
And this is the fragrance awakening spring to summer,
For the sun always illuminates the middle path,
This is the path to take when lost,
As it always leads home.

Each person is on a personal journey,
Each moment brings new terrain to navigate,
For change is simply new information,
Adaptation is natural selection,
For each is free to adapt or remain the same,
Despite changing conditions,
As one discovers beliefs do not form the pearl of character,
Yet the pearl protects the shell of beliefs,
For when a road is well worn,
And the street signs are familiar,

As you travel with your eyes closed,
The landscape becomes a streetscape,
A backdrop to the traffic of competing thoughts,
As the inner world brings insight,
Perceptions contour thoughts,
Challenging the side track of dis-belief.

So where do you travel?
Where do you like to go?
Do you escape into dreams?
Or wish for refreshing oceans in which to swim and feel alive,
For often we are waiting for the tide to turn,
The rip to carry us out to sea,
For freedom sees no limitations,
When you look to see,
For each is the author of their own title,
And what is the tale you will tell yourself,
Do fairy stories come true?
For all outcomes are possible if you believe,
That you can venture beyond belief.

For happy endings live in a decision tree,
For the echo-system returns the calls,
The same message is sung,
That the journey is meant to be fun,
And the world is one tree,
So I smile widely at my reflections,
And the shadows I imagine are real,
Are really just changing seasons,
For the reason of my journey is to find my way,
To smell the flowers,
For each is a rose bud,
And I am deeply thankful,
for the bouquet that life gives
back to life itself.