The World is a Sphere

The world is a sphere.

No edges, no corners, no endings.

Remember this in your endeavors

And enjoy the travels and weigh stations

as best you can,

Because final destinations are a myth.

No matter where you find yourself

It’s obvious that

You’ve already arrived,

Just in time to begin the journey.

Your lack of map need be no worry,

For the richest fruits grow off the signed highways anyway

And your compass speaks through the pumping of your blood,

And the beating of your heart,

And manifests in row upon row of singular footsteps.


The world is a sphere,

And following the curve leads you back again,

Having come round full circle

You come upon your beginning from a new direction,

So counter to the perspective you observed upon departure,

That for a moment you cannot recognize your surroundings.

But then your soul expands,

Filled with recognition,

and love

and forgiveness

At the realization that the boundaries between

Past and future,

Destination and source,

Imagination and reality,

Are simply the stories we told.


About The Sterling LIne

Where does art end and life begin? I don't really see a distinction, but I try to consciously live each moment with enthusiasm, following inspiration where it leads, being open to possibilities and exploring the boundaries of myself, the world I live in and those I meet. Though I attempt to tread softly and respectfully, I often get clumsy, carried away with enthusiasm ... Woman, artist, force of nature and mother... Lives in the SF Bay Area.
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