Om

The road where we meet
is a gravelly dirt path
a simple, quiet lane;
traveled and transitory.
Flooded in sunlight,
barefoot it seems
that all roads lead here.
Stories can all be heard,
quietly wrapped
in sunbathed pebbles
and petals, and insects, too.
"The ends of the earth"
are open to you;
a shimmering vision,
it all becomes true.