The road with
Two curves of
Bends.
Has no beginning
Or an end.
The birds think
It goes up and
Down.
But the passing
Packet of air,
Takes it from
Anywhere to
Everywhere.
And the dry leaves
Assume it goes
Nowhere.
The traveler
Doesn't stand
And stare.
He's only concerned
About the left
And the right.
Everyone,
Who presumes
That it goes
Somewhere,
Is in a prison.
Only the road is
Truly free.
Letting others go,
It stays there.
With no beginnings
And ends.
Only the road has
Traveled..
The destination
Is then and there.
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