New vantage, new scapes
New plane of existence
Stepping forward, past the precipice
Advancing at great speed
New fiber of reality
New threads in the skein
New vantage, new scapes
New plane of existence
Stepping forward, past the precipice
Advancing at great speed
New fiber of reality
New threads in the skein
Realms of thought
Some small and obtuse
Acute perspective
Narrow field of view
Choosing isolation
Others vast and diverse
Well traveled destinations
Expanding every day
I strive to be the latter
Open mind
Adventuring
Questing toward new horizons
Shielding my eyes from the sun
Vast ocean before me
Shores to learn my touch
Off on the tides
I’ll arrive by still winds
I’ve been drifting through the night….
Across the world within
I used to wander the countryside, through the pines and the ceders
Greeting great maples and oaks, brimming with life
Occasional willows, walnut trees, birches barked in white
Giving way to little known meadows
Old places hid from memory, each a breathing echo
Deeply rooted in the past
Centuries standing either side of the path
Adventures, lost
Before satellite maps