I have been there before, near an open end when all choices are hidden in the trees. I followed the same path firmly in the opposite direction, when a line was drawn under the ground of eternity. Beyond the light, far from all coincidences, a wisdom grew deep beneath the heap. I dug a ditch to finding a hope instead of plow forward in the right direction. In the end, I was on the same spot to look up, to stare down and be dazzled by the light in the front – out of conclusions.
© Björn Blomqvist 2022-01-01