Sometimes it disappears into shadows,

murky and swirling with mist.

Perhaps overcome with overgrowth,

tangled and impossibly wild.

At times it converges and I

see a friendly face

brimming with relief.

And then there are the moments,

the strokes of pure ecstasy,

stumbling through thorns

and brambles only to discover

a sun-drenched field.

A place to be, feel, discover.

A pause in the relentless journey.

Where all suddenly clicks into place

and it seems as if the Universe

is for me, around me, inside of me.

Connected.

This post is part of a link up with an amazing community of writers at Five Minute Friday. We free write for five minutes each Friday on a prompt. This week’s prompt is ‘path’. Join us!