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November 2009 
No map, no travel
Posted on Jun 10th, 2009
by 
Laura
Laura
Empty as the taste of ice or water, the wheel of Mind I've spun and tossed about like a rigged carnival wheel or a crooked I Ching coin has rattled into stillness: a mandala waiting for a big hand to push its branches of sand together. Fearless in the disappearance of all its shapes and patterns as they disintegrate like crumbled cornbread will in a glass of frothy buttermilk. A silver bowl holds light where Mind's wheel once whirled and clattered: a chalice of connective circle, whole and intact. No path, no map, no distance, no compass. No setting forth nor travel, no leavetaking. No coming home.
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How beautiful, the image, the words, and especially, what they express.
No path, no map, no distance, no compass. No setting forth nor travel, no leavetaking. No coming home.
That sounds so wonderful! Who would have thought No coming home could feel so right?
Thank you.
Ruth
It does feel right, though. Thank you, Ruth, very much. I don't claim to own this no map no travel. I'll probably tie my little bandanna sack full of essentials to the end of a pole again and light out for the territory. that's ok though. : )
have map, will travel, whilst still remembering that the map is not the territory. :-)
Yep. maybe a map is okay. or a compass. or both. and a water purifier for sure.