Its really all about horizons, I suppose,
Each road we travel goes onward, endless.
It is like the sky that way -
Yet the eyes keep moving.
So the road begins where we step
Eyes, feet, desire
Starting here, going on.
In the early stage of any journey, there is aimlessness. Even when there is a plan, there is drifting at the start. We are letting go of the place we have left - we still carry it with us for some distance, and it acts like a gauze over our eyes, distorting our focus.
This is an ever-evolving journey. Spiral back here often.
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