The Road Within

The Road Within

Some journeys happen without moving feet,
Like incense climbing while the shrine stands still;
The lamp travels far where shadows meet,
By holding flame, obedient to will.

The mind begins its road when noise grows thin,
It walks through thought the way night walks through breath;
Old walls dissolve, new inner skies begin,
And habits loosen their long grip on depth.

The heart and mind learn distance is a veil,
Time softens where attention learns to stay;
What once was vast grows small, what seemed to fail
Turns into insight quietly at play.

Not all who wander need to cross the ground-
The farthest journeys are within the mind.