No one stands guard
No entry fee or protocol
you you You arrive
Ask: is this my home?
Is this the beginning of the journey—My Journey
—Is it The End?
Not much on offer in view
Many before you have crossed
Limestone is reliable shelter
You could enter settle stay
While you contemplate others’ bones sink deeper
These walls are reinforced by thousands
who arrived hesitated undecided lived died calcified
Are you hungry?
Is imagination driving you forward or rendering you static?
Is your heart—
you remembered to bring it, yes?
Is your heartbeat a barely detectable murmur or a drumline of thunder?
What are the lyrics to Your Song
or have you not yet written them in invisible ink upon Your Skin?
You willed yourself here
You are alone but for birdsong wind green leaves clay and stone
It means nothing
Inhale now stretch clench your jaw close your eyes
Howl until all breath is spent
Then step one foot in front of the other as though
you know Your Intention acknowledge it
as You Walk with confidence toward The Light
Time is fading and despite appearances The Journey is long
rife with tricksters detours delays poor signage distractions
Your purpose is not singular
Your path is not direct
and Life is positively short.