i made a long journey
like many before me
i had my fair share
of incidents, mishaps
some were of my own making,
others were simply there,
awaiting the unwary traveller
i learned much of the woods
how to read all the signs
and hear the approach
of the seekers of prey
i had little respect
for robbers and bandits
i had seen all their kind before
i held no vendetta against them
i dislike them neither more, nor less, now
than i did when i took to the road
i had made my own problems too
i wished to be left alone
sometimes yearning for home
it’s true
woods seem full of shadows
but darkness contrasts the light
and lets in the brightness of day
where is gleams through the branches
making clearer the safer way
i came to a clearing and rested
enjoying the peace,
listening to leaves sigh high on a breeze
above in the trees that whispered
if only i could stay
resting here forever
i looked at the paths leading on
it was a beautiful day
i felt some sense of completion
a sharp snap and an echo
the silence was gone
the sound of movement,
coming towards me,
secretly, fast
i felt a moment of panic
caught unaware
as they gathered around
to circle and slay me at last
calming my mind
i looked at the paths
the choices were many
which one should it be
i heard a signal
the voice of a raven
he stood in the sunlight
on a broad ancient branch of a tree
lit against shadow
by a path i instantly knew
it was as i had always imagined
well lit and wide open
it shone out beckoning me
nothing to fear any more
my weariness melted away
i saw i was home
this open wide path
lead straight to the door
where my soul awaited within
The Dreaming Path 