The path beckons to the distant horizon,
I put one foot in front of the other;
slow and deliberate, mindful and aware.
As if all journeys are pilgrimages.
To go to the next mountain,
or the next country.
Or to go within.
Alive in the knowledge
that each step
takes me further from the known
and into the unknown.
Leaving only traces of footprints behind
to be wiped off by wind and rain.
Poem by Ansua Dutta-Wystup
The photograph perfectly complements the poem!
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Thank you so much! ❤
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Beautiful, the poem describes somehow the paradox on my latest days, and the days of many around me fixed the path which is somehow unknown, uncertain but reflective lights of awareness…..beautiful setting.
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words and picture- best amalgamation . It seems you are king of magical words..
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Beautifully written!
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Well paired! The picture you selected brings this poem to life, inviting me to stay longer and mull over the words as I gaze down the beckoning path.
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That’s so wonderful to hear! ❤
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Love the poem!
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