A Green Way

Photo by Anton Leroy

I have this map that I own and keep out of sight
for no particular reason,
fold-worn and frayed with penned remarks
highlighting back roads, bends marking season
and at times when I feel I need some direction
I unfold what has become my arrangement,
I go where I go, never lost, although
my meandering is a peculiar estrangement
with what most hold to firmly, dear and deep in their hearts-
bless them, we all must be true
to the compass that steers and guides us along
making me, me and you, you
but, never the less, I am what I am
and I’m glad you are what you are,
us all quite the same would be a most curious game
and life’s riddle even more so bazaar.


So, on days like today when the air around stirs,
when the road clear is unbound and alluring,
I look to my map and chart a new path; a route green,
unmarked, reassuring.
How else could it be? I feel more alive
and there’s no sure course set for the knowing,
I’ve planned my stay the opposite way
I’m at my best when I don’t know where I’m going.

Continuation

Indian Blanket in Central Texas Hill Country

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us; it is in everyone.

And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.

As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."

Marianne Williamson

Indian Fire Wheel (Indian Blanket) up close