No Starting Point Or Destination
When chasing the light on a fragile Autumn day on the Upper Basin Trail, near Flagstaff Arizona's Lockett Meadow, I was so intent chasing the light I had to stop and ask myself how many times have I passed by the best thinking there would be better, only to have squandered it? Oh that reckless pursuit in search of something better, will it ever end? I stopped and I knew. This was it, and I shall wait. Without knowing what is around the bend, I shall wait -- There is no starting point or destination, just the here and now of perfection.