The Walk

The Walk

Sometime I raise my head and think
That’s it I finally made it
I have entered the circle of stones
Here is the magic and here is the portal
The secret formula rises to my lips
As I step through the veil that kept me from seeing and…
No sooner have I done so that I crumble
All the peace’s of my self are falling apart, going to war…
I Scramble to catch them and hold them together
But they just sleep through my fingers and
Dream of images that blow my mind away
I disappear in the wind into thin hair
A trip of the tongue in my cheeks I stumble…
To find that I’m walking beside my self
We wink and smile at each other
We raise our head and think
There is no final destination no secret and no word
Not even a path…


All there is…
Is the walk…

©️Didier Beaugrand 08/2020