Glopowrimo 26 The Journey

My journey 

Is not one of steps

I haven't covered leagues

Or miles.

My journey is 

Coursing through the dark

The invisible curvature

Of light 

Traversing, tracing, illuminating

Blindness of virgin mind.

Heavy footfalls

Loaded grief

Zillion questions

Gazillion unasked things

Of such a flight

Without wheels wings or 

Radar, is my journey made.

I cannot chart a destination

I have not mapped

My journey's eternal quest

Infinite lust for answers.

The journey begins again,

Where it ends

The journey is

My birth and death.

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Flower beds at dusk

My milestones mark

Your thorn embedded in my heart

Blazes, torch searing thickets dark.

Penitent copper skies dictate

Moods of love amalgamated hate

A breeze my burden blows away

Travelling light at the end of day.

Sapphire skies at soigne dawn

Floated with crystal clouds of morn

Zephyr's whispered wistful  breeze

My trusty compass bearings these.

The journey is never point of origin

Nor endpoint is,

The journey a cipher,

A flux,

Disequilibrium, 

Imbalance

Movement,

Overlapping equipoise,

Entropic cyclical disintegration.

Never merely repetatative

Permutations of patterns

Spiralling outwards
No singularity

No end locus.

On our stellar pastoral journeys

Devotional rosary beads,

A bundle of atoms

Weaving through dark matter

We cannot ever start Or stop.

Till Amaranth earth goes dark

And shimmering, 

Sheltering, reclusive

veils tenebrous drop.

(c) Amrita Valan 2018.