What will change in seven days of time?
How many things will stay the same?
How many times will I yawn or laugh or cry?
What is lost and found -- ventured and gained?
Sands pearls flowers embraces.
Separate ways woven into one after travelling world miles,
universe miles, only to find something of one's self in another.
How many miles...?
I found a sign in the trail,
an arrow pointing to closer
and today I met a guide at a crossing,
his parting words as he raised his walking stick in salute,
"Design in every step."
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