It's Not the Destination

We all want to live with purpose, find our true vocation, feel content and fulfilled. Some days it seems the more we search and discover, the more we question. I guess I shouldn't speak for everyone, but it seems a pretty universal sentiment.

Often I feel like I'm grasping for footholds, climbing toward... something that I can't see, but envision as some sort of scientific and spiritual enlightenment. I hear it described as a never-ending spiral staircase that you can look back on with pride in seeing how far you have come; it is the journey, not the destination.

But good grief at times is that ever flipping difficult to internalize.

No sage stone unturned
Seeking the prize pearl beyond
Wisdom elusive

You, from years away
Hold my heart in your worn hands
At last, ripe to share

Hushed with careful steps
Sparrows trill from lowly nests
Afternoons at rest

Fall, soft relenting
Fevered dreams we reinvent
Fate provides the rest

sweet edge of the world
cast our doubts out the vast sea
watch them wash away

pine scented flourish
sound lore swells with the moon tide
blends cosmos and mind

so now you arrive
accept truth in your marrow
comprise creation