This
is the Wonderer’s way,
the
Wanderer’s way,
the
journey of a thousand questions,
each
with a thousand more.
This
is the Socrates way,
the
way of undoing,
of
stripping away.
This
is the Solitude way,
the
thunder of infinite questions
echoing
silent in the eternal void.
This
is the Discovery way,
the
never-knowing,
always-asking
way
that
spins me in wild choreography
to
the music of stars
and
the rhythm of life.
This
is the Dancing way,
the
Living way,
the
filled-with-wonder way.
This
is the Come-to-the-End-and-Begin-Again way,
the
way of death
and
resurrection
every
day.
Poem and painting by Ruth Calder Murphy
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