In to the night I wondered,
hopelessly looking for that
one hint of truth,
that spiritual essence
that would help me discover
who and what I really am.

Who am I?
What am I?
What should I do?
Who should I be with?
Where should I go
to fully understand my
destiny and purpose in life? 

Then, as if succumbed by
glimmering wisdom
it occurred to me;
the journey itself
was the map of truth.
It beckoned the path,
that perfect azimuth
that would lead to the
unsolved mystery of
who and what I really am.

It was only then that I resolved
to relax and enjoy the journey.
It would be a trip through life’s
peaks and valley’s.
En-route I would witness the
construction of a life time of memories
as I patiently waited for my destiny to unfold.

The end of the journey was clouded in mystery
but I sensed its end would come much too soon.
Even if I ventured through more of life’s valleys’ then peaks
I would still be grateful for having had the opportunity
to take the trip, and I would ultimately cherish
the promised enlightenment that comes only,
in to the night, at journey’s end.