No map.

Not a footprint of a past wanderer.

Is there a feeling of being drawn to it?

Will that feeling be ignored – again? What . . . for your protection?

Must everything be seen, tested?

Must every thought be one that has already been used?

A destination, about which no travel agent knows. Un-mapped.

Where the imprints of your toes mark the first evidence of life.


Published by Kumi

Liaison to the Infinite.

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