One's destination is never a place but rather a new way of looking at things. - Henry Miller, US author (1891-1980)
From January 12, 2003: On Journeys and Destinations @ radical.druid
My house says to me, “do not leave me, for here dwells your past.” And the road says to me, “Come and follow me, for I am your future.” And I say to both my house and the road, “I have no past, nor have I a future. If I stay here, there is a going in my staying; and if I go there is a staying in my going. Only love and death change all things.” - Kahlil Gibran
Each time you draw a straight line in the sand,
or as Kabir says, “when you put one foot
in front of the other”, you have defined
a course of action, a new direction
that leads to an unknown realm, a future
where there is no map; Krishnamurti said
it was a pathless land, this place where truth
waits, longing only to be discovered.
The safety of a dwelling place, its warm
familiarity, can lull to sleep
(but yet never fully anesthetize)
the wanderlust of the wild, searching soul,
that beckons us to dare beyond the stoop
and forge a fresh road into tomorrow.
