Being here looking back
the distance traveled.
You moved me forward
often dragging my feet through mud
up, up the mountain side
sun beating down
other times walking, running
moving along
cool grass under my feet
a pleasant breeze on my face.

The weather didn’t matter
my mood, my resistance, my blindness
nothing mattered.
You moved me forward
installing clarity where there was none
transmitting inspiration on arid soil
polishing my understanding
enriching my experience.

Step by step
there is a lesson in all
we meet on the path.
Chance? You smile.
This is a gift, fear not.
Open it!

I know the way
I’m here, now and always
you can’t see me and you get tired
you cry and despair often
your thoughts and emotions cloud your recognition.

Fear not! I know the way
I’m with you
always present
always moving you forward
through rain and fair weather.
With you always!

Copyright ⓒ 2011 Yota Schneider – the art of pausing

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