I walk the path of the Wise Ones,
The way travelled by those who seek.
It is an ancient, winding road
Shrouded in mystique.
Over space and time it spans,
Through the darkness and the light,
Bearing witness to each tragedy,
Remembering every slight.
The Mother's children hid
Amidst its brush and thorn,
Yet stayed faithful to the path,
Their allegience to it sworn.
It was not an easy trail to blaze.
Dear kin were lost along the way.
They suffered so and only dreamed
Of the freedom we have today.
I have met many a kindred soul
Along this ancient lane.
We have walked in light and shadow,
In sunlight and pouring rain.
This path, it leads to enlightenment,
To the crossroads of destiny.
It is my choice to continue on,
To go where it leads me.
I do not fear to walk this path,
Though treacherous it may become.
I will keep my eye on the horizon.
This path I will not stray from.

... Moone

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