traveling

i turn a corner, i climb the stairs,
my journey brings me to great heights;
while ascending into the realm of possibility,
energy infuses my actions.

purpose takes on new meaning,
light looks very different now.

motivation, then,
is drawn from my hope in a not too distant utopia.
worlds meet, hearts collide,
and all is quiet on this battlefield.

a thought, an idea,
of what one would become must change, evolve;
transformed into fresh clay,
taking on the likeness of the potter.

this, the quintessence of life itself,
the purest form of a miracle.

achievement is found
not in the acquisition of wealth or power;
but there is fulfillment
in progressing further along a path.