The path that leads away, also leads to me.
It isn’t just for me to walk to the unknown.
The unknown now knows how to find me.
We are on the same path, it and I.
It, like the father of the prodigal son, is coming to me.
That which I am seeking is seeking me as well.
It is no longer a one day, someday goal.
It is already here, on this path, with me.
betsybeadhead 
This was a really beautiful poem. In my blog post today, I wanted to start a discussion about the writing process of poets. Perhaps you’d like to shed some insight. You can go to the link here to join in: http://oshitbritt.wordpress.com/2013/12/11/on-poetry/
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