A road runs
around the edge of the world.
One one side is this place,
its green meadows and familiar cities.
On the other is pure mystery,
dark, starred, unseen.
How odd that we stay so much on the road,
going and going,
seldom leaving it,
neither here, nor there.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
September 2, 2019