The Journey Inward

No matter where I am,
I am drawn to the path,
Be it through the woods,
By a river or creek,
Across a snow covered field,
Or through a tunnel.

As I walk down the path,
I look not only forward,
But to my left and right,
Taking in the sights and sounds
Of this particular place,
And let Nature do her work on me.

For I can't help but see
The analogy, the metaphor,
Of the journey I am taking on this path,
And the journey I am taking in this life,
And the two merge,
The confluence creating peace and ease within me.

Photo:  Chautauqua Park, Boulder, Colorado.  6.27.23 by LA