Benediction

We go forth from this place in our minds to renew our commitment of cherishing and nurturing humanity.

I see through the ancient archways
the sacred door is open
in the distance a traveler comes
through time
and from the heart of spirit
I know the journey well,
I watch the moving form, though
I cannot tell if they are coming or going
is the sun rising or setting
is it man or woman
the path shines like a thin deep river
shadows and light play tricks on the mind
but none of this matters
this is the arrival and the departure
there is only one direction:
inward
the road is littered with scrolls and beads
talismans, scriptures, rattles, and robes
every step is sacred
and none of it matters
for the road only leads one place:
home.