Walks

On my walks I observe. I trudge along sometimes not knowing where I'll end up. Reminisced the past, will hope the future. Onward, if I just keep going, I'll discover something.

Is it the beauty of watching earth sprinkle into night?
Could it be the sharpening of my senses?
Is it those eternal questions that pound me, steady like a drum?
Maybe it is the unreality that I humbly slip into?

Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk

I know myself better when I walk
(which results ultimately in a stronger reality.)
I communicate with God when I walk.
He responds in "truth", "beauty", "awe"
and "curiousity."
(Silly words; sap interpretations)
But shhhh....

Just listen.
Just walk.