Walking home

Walking home /

I can't speak of emptiness.

Who would listen?

I know nothing.

So let these bones of light go where they must.

Let the breeze blow fresh truth your way.

Hear the wisdom of the trees.

And walking home, hear the strong, silent wisdom of the mountain beneath your feet and know that there is no mountain and you.

No one is walking, and there is no way home.

Because you never left.