The first thing I wrote that I held onto for posterity was in 1967, the summer I graduated from high school.
It is in one sentence of only seven small lines, 22 words. But it carried meaning for me for the rest of my life.
Is a state in which
time and space
are in equally
from the destination
of one's own dreams.
I guess one could get whatever meaning one wants from that. And maybe that's the point.
And maybe it's all a question of goal setting. To stay on a particular course til completed.
Or a question of deep uncertainty and confusion. The question of having further questions.
A basic soul searching for one's true goals in life. That are always pushed beyond one's reach.
As Rod Serling would say, "There is the signpost up ahead...." You know the rest.
Or having the poet's gift. The destination of having no destination. A lifetime of searching.
Always looking for something on the outside, when the true destination is on the inside.
And the signpost is actually... always, at the very end.
Stay Well, Be Safe
Jack T. Leyton