Somewhere between

curves and the straight path

a rock stood

waiting for my arrival

to find seat and contemplate

on the journey left behind,

and the quest lying ahead.

And in this rest stop

restoration began

as it suddenly occurred to me

that the blaze of roar

coming from the earth

was the graceful evanescence of fear.

With each breath

my substance,

essence,

and my being

reconditioned to a universal consciousness

of truth and divinity.

I was half way home. I was almost there

where God had designed the pilgrimage

while cutting through the mountains

to the here and now

of this place I now

get to call home.