ThatJimGuy's Blog

Paths I
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Oh please never
stop
thinking your thoughts
out loud like thunder
sometimes like rain
soft summer misty cool
surround me
your essence

If you were but to speak
I can listen, too.

Traveling paths
no one ever noticed
or dared not walk
you DO have your beat
your drum, you lead
reluctant it seems
or perhaps you know
not
that others try to follow
that rhythm ever
changing yet constant
somehow

The Wise Ones, you collect
like an anthology of yourself
you cannot choose all
nor even one
to follow, dear
Your path is not theirs
Your path is where you walk
those spaces where you talk
never in other’s faded footprints
eroded memories and time-worn words
of wisdom will not lead you!

Your path is where you walk!

It’s OK if you lose your way back
for you are always there
with you
did you not know?

I hear your drum,
though you may not
it is a heartbeat
and distance has no meaning
for its sound is unusual
and nothing bars its way
across all possible
dimensions.

To hold your hand
and walk those spaces
would be like holding air!

And yet -
I would gladly try
would gladly cry.
With you?
I would gladly fly!

Along and across
your secret paths
even you cannot see.
The dark secrets
do not scare me.