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"When you see a new trail
or a footprint
you do not know,
follow it
to the point of knowing . . ."


Through the darkness of the forest, the visible
sign of a thread-like trail is seen: feeble,
almost non-existent. As one begins the first
steps on the trail, the trail begins to widen
and can clearly be seen.

The trail, at first, goes in many directions,
winding up, down, and all around until it
settles into a consistent direction. The trail,
now, widens to a road.

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The road has many obstacles at times, seemingly
making one's way, it comes to a halt. Sometimes,
the pot holes appear to be caverns, and larger
than they really make themselves to be.

The road, now widening to a super highway, finds one
in the company of other travelers. Some are in
the slow lane, carefully abiding by the rules and
limits of the road; while others are in the fast
lane heading for whatever comes; racing to a
destination without looking off to the side
occasionally, or enjoying the surrounding scenery.

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Behind one lies the past, and ahead--the future.
One's choice becomes to stay on the path where it
is safe, or skirt to the side where it is unknown,
perhaps rough going. Blessed are the ones who
accept, overcome risk and travel the back roads to
find that there are other paths that lead to the
same destination.

The road is one called life.

Along the road,
life becomes a people race.
A one-way
carnal speedway of not return.
Some spin their wheels into oblivion,
racing against time,
against others,
against themselves,
against death,
only to end in
early salvage.

The checkered flag warns--
Proceed with caution!

Some are spectators
resting, yet
rusting their idle engines.
but should we race or
idle to the finish?

In clocking the human mileage
along the road,
our carnal frames display
the road's wear and tear.
Time, the unforgiving,
depreciates the new into
older models,
and slows the pace
until the final lap and
the checkered flag.

Inevitably, the road narrows; tapers again to a
trickle until the end of the line
and a rest stop
to freedom.
The journey has not ended,
because our road has dead ended.

Where one road ends, another begins.
We have only
transferred to another path;
A different road;
another excursion,
an endless spirit road with no speed limits;
Alas! Freedom from the human bounds,
and no traffic jams or honking sounds;
Spirit riding on cruise control
over the super highways of the soul--
The roads to eternal love and peace.

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These are some of the Teachings of the ROAD uncovered in my own journey path.
So live, too, your life in a way that you may discover the rest! Aho! . . . .

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