There’s a man who sees himself escaping, but from where? He’s not sure. He hops a train and travels some distance where he notices a phone booth crowded with three women. After such an encounter, he better walks his own path, without the chattering crowd. He is becoming more the principle character of his own life. That train
gave him the distance he needed.
A woman heads south on a bicycle to encounter her spirit friend.
They will soon stand on a mountain top and survey all they see, but unexpectedly she finds herself heading north, accompanied by a
bossy bean counter whom she sees as other.
Maybe goddesses and mountain tops were where she thought
she was headed, but some great force disagreed, ( even
stole her bicycle), pointing her in a new direction.
Another man, in his underworld, is choosing from various
caves entrances. The one he was considering taking
has green toxic bundles that might present a slippery
slope of self-aggrandizement. With a gentle nod from within,
he takes his own advice and decides to walk a different
path. There are bundles of organic materials that will give life.
It’s a good thing that he got diverted.
Whether by train, or bicycle, or on foot, we are forever
journeying to places that we did to intend to go.
If you can be sure about the path that you are on,
then you are not on it.
----Bruce Silverman
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