Life is like a picture, of travelers on a track, standing in a sunny spot within their present travail. With crevasse and spans so vast, the weather forms, and far beyond the storms, as far as one can see, a mountain shines. Lit by one same sun. The That which they are moving towards.
And so my friends, it’s plain to see, if you keep to the sunny spot within your every travail, and always remember, the That which you are moving towards, your life will always be, as pretty as a picture.
Oh my gosh, Michael!
This poem, the energy of this poem appears to have inspired/created/given life to your upcoming adventure!
It’s the early, quiet, fluid leanings.
An on-ramp with arrows pointing the way.