Sherene Cauley
The Adventure
There is only one way into this world,
Standing at the kitchen sink,
in the carpool line,
sunlight sparkle in a puddle,
listening to the bird’s song,
waiting for the doctor,
moonbeams on the bedroom floor,
holding your hand.
Where else does the entire universe reside?
and an infinite number of ways out of it.
The greatest distance I can travel is into the very heart of me,
I’ve been to all the corners of the earth
When I hold a droplet of rain.
When I don’t turn away from another’s tears
When the waters break for each new life.
When the droplet of rain feeds the soil
and I taste the fruit.
and then back out to the heart of you.
The pilgrims path is wound and coiled inside of us,
Earth’s vast beauty inspires awe
and still the adventure,
the beauty,
the expanse
inside of each soul
is radiantly more miraculous.
The path so often hidden.
So often neglected and unseen.
Infinite caverns to explore, vastness beyond imagination,
and every dream we seek.
Plus love.
when we choose to walk it, adventure begins.
Tragedy wont be avoided,
Each and every traveler comes to see what they can see
and be what they can be.
On the same journey,
no matter where we roam.
By grand cosmic lottery,
we won a ticket here.
Nothing is ordinary,
each of us with our own perfectly crafted itinerary.
Every day is magic, a chance
to see what we can see
and be what we can be.
and regret is not necessary.
Replace the fear that it will end,
Rest in that.
The miracle of being here.
The adventure of life, and love, and figuring it all out.
Adventure is not the summit.
Adventure is the climb.
Adventure is the unknown
the excitement of finding the way.
No map,
just a compass.
Adventures await.
Inside, outside.
with awe that it exists at all.
Past the curtain, we step
Be here with me,
together,
in awe together.
Each moment full of poignant tension and potential.
Don’t waste one breath.
to that magnificent landscape of oneness, together.