I see the journey, I am the journey

Walked a while, a long,
sometimes slow, faster, and sometimes sitting still,
this way where I pushed, and that way where I was pulled,
noticed, many times, this looks like a road, straight, curvy, up and down, clean road, foot-steps, travelled and un-travelled,
noticed, many times, they seem unique, even travelled one with many foot-steps here and there,
and suddenly, or when the moments added up and overflew,
chose, or the thought and feels and energy said,
To Talk About The Unique Roads,
I see the journey, I am the journey.

And thus the ‘Feet on the Road’, stories of unique roads, my roads, your roads, their roads.

And for your eyes,
who took the words to thoughts,
near a tree or in front of a candle,
ask the thoughts,
what you flow down to my shoulders, heart, spine, belly, chakras, kneww, elbow and fingers feet and hands?
and you sit and feel and observe…

And later, if the words flow, write somewhere or here how you see the unique roads of your journey.