Journey

The journey begins with a decision
Taking a path that goes forward
Wherever it leads, is hardly a question
With a firm heart, move from one point.

When the soles worn out, and stones prick the feet
Don't let the cry of pain, marks the any defeat
But feel mother nature rubbing the skin
It is back to basic, when shoes not been invented.

When the rain comes, and drenched to the core
Cold as the breeze blows right into the pore
Don't feel the discomfort that nature brings
Or what sickness the body may be inflicted
But every touch of mother nature
Is a blessing in disguise, as the immunity is nurtured.

As the feet is weary, and the tummy growling with hunger
No shed to hide, no food to feed, then a berry on a tree is a miracle
Juicy, sour or sweet, is little nutrient to the body
Blessed that the earth has plantations that grow abundantly
A tree of much leaves, looming over like wing of protection
No price to be paid for heavenly accommodation.

If stress can put a smile upon your face
Then the burden will be lifted from the heart in an instant
All good tidings that the wind has carried will be right before the eyes
Good Samaritans still exists walking amongst devils in disguises
Shall offer assistance in the oddest hours, but when in true dire
Take on the chance, and not worry what is in the future, but be inspired.

Pray a little prayer in the heart, and speak with gratitude
A little appreciation and simplicity, will contribute
Joy brings great heaps of accomplishments
As much as doubt can prevent resentment
Actions that spur from pure instincts can guide like the North star
The journey will explore the land of great grandeur, need not be far.

Right under the nose, just right yonder the sight can behold
Where the will carry the feet, and there the heart says to go
A strange land is not temporary, before beauty is soon to be realized
All opportunities will appear, and all will create new experiences
The new will come and replace the old
New chapters of life will be made and stories will be told.

Every journey begins with a past
A determination that the pain will no longer be a hindrance, at last
The will to move forth, embedded in the heart and in the mind
When no longer need to stay on and stagger behind
Stalled by a need, halted by memory, the strength lacking
The true potential is all within, but struggling, fighting
The battle between the mind and the heart
And the journey which is always halted, never start.

The journey is a stone throw away
That caused much ripples in the water, always
The calming effect of the ripples are the many perspectives
Of how one would decipher the abstract images of life
To successfully endure each obstacles is of great might
But to truly understand the pain and joy, is to see and feel it right
Destiny is to fuel the making of one own kingdom
Doing it all wisely requires much wisdom
That no amount of wealth cant deliver to the doorstep
But some obstacles and sadness, even DEATH might help
Yet how many would look at the journey right now, ponder and deliberate
Then dare to hail, "YES! IT's GREAT!"
Live up to its every moment of triumphant
Throughout the life, like a burning flame.