The journey has no end in any sense of the word “end”.
It begins always.
The journey analysed dissolves into millions of fragments I call EveryNow.
They are like sunlight refracted off myriad drops of dew in an early childhood memory of a meadow on a summer dawn.
The dissolution of the journey becomes the journey.
I seek not the journey, I seek to become.
In the becoming, flowers a personal meadow which contains all the peace needed for a fulfilled and fulfilling life.
~ Love is present EveryNow
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