Though we travel the world over
To find the beautiful
We must carry it with us
Or we will find it not.
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
I am being driven forward
Into an unknown lane.
The pass grows steeper,
The air colder and sharper.
A wind from my unknown goal
Stirs the strings of expectation.
Still the question:
Shall I ever get there?
There where life resounds,
A clear pure note
in the silence.