"Everyone gets to where they're going,"
is what the voice said to me.
"Really?" I questioned back
such a strange thought at the moment to be.
Then the logic offered an assist
"Where else will they get to?"
for surely you'll see
it is impossible for them to get to where they're not
where you are is where you are,
On that point wouldn't you agree?
What a relief. What sublime rest in
simplicity of that suchness
that I repose there now with total acceptance
that what awaits me too, will come, so I'll rush less
Will the fish be biting today?
or will the bike trail sing along
kicking down the cobble stones
looking for fun and feeling...
Like Paul Simon