The Walk

As night descends and the journey begins
into all that we have never known before
a step, at first so vigorous
is held in hesitation

A pause, as if a shock arising
as feeling peals through mortal form
that seeks an understanding
beyond a mind that's ego-bound
encompassing the all and everything
of life's creation

Tremulous, the steps we take
when first we learn to walk
these realms of spirit's wake

yet night descends
again and again
and every step leads closer to
the home we always knew
was waiting there


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