It is all about the journeying
That creates meanings
The meanings that create life
The life I try to live fully well
The life that gives birth to intimacy
Every time my worn-out shoes kiss the road.
This is how I journey.
It is intensely personal in all its seriousness
As hard questions blossom and beg for answers
As I explore the philosophy and the poetics
Of the difficulty of life’s geometrical equation
As I sense the crude calligraphy of inner thoughts in the air
As I gasp for breathe
Yet I still journey on
The thin line that is seen faraway is still visible
Even when the path I walk on is drenched with
Sweat and tears
I find healing
I find meaning
As I find myself.
(*photographed along Underhill Drive, Toronto, Ontario during one of my photo-contemplative walks)