2025-06-09-2
The way is not in the sky,
Not traced in clouds that drift and part,
Nor written where the wild birds fly—
The way is in the heart.
No distant star or silver moon
Can chart the path your feet must start;
No whispered wind, no sun at noon—
The way is in the heart.
We search above for signs and light,
For guidance from a world apart,
Yet all we seek is held so tight—
The way is in the heart.
So close your eyes, and gently find
The silent map that dreams impart;
For all you need is in your mind—
The way is in the heart.
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