For a voyage to a destination, wherever it may be,
is also a voyage inside oneself;
even as a cyclone carries along with it the center
in which it must ultimately come to rest.
At these moments I think not only of the places
I have been but also of the distances I have
traveled within myself without a friend or a ship;
and of the long way yet to go before I come
home within myself and within the journey.
And always when the curtains are lifted,
the night is without, peering in steadily
and constantly, with the light of the stars
far beyond.
Thanks, Jerry, for sending me this!
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