With these two feet I begin
This journey, of probing and inquiry
A thousand miles stretched taut
Like a string. Losing itself in the
Distance between here and there
A road untraversed separating
This beginning – hallowed ground
And that distant pleasure dome.

One cannot escape the lure
Of mystery dived head first into,
The call of the unknown, enthralling,
Siren-like, borne on the wind like
Pollen from a flower to its receptacles;
A birth,new beginning from wanton waste.

The promise a snippet of a dream leaves
When one awakens in a cold sweat drives me
And like a pilgrim, there will be no wavering
Till that place of hidden answers.