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,
At the realization that the boundaries between
Past and future,
Destination and source,
Imagination and reality,
Are simply the stories we told.