This is the place.
Sun shining warm on me,
At rest, at peace, comfortable,
I drink of this place, refreshing my spirit.

Is this the place?
A crack reveals itself.
The path I journeyed in on,
Why does it bother to continue?

Is this not the place?
Have I not searched and struggled?
Why can I not stay?
This could be the best place found.

This is not the place.
A voice reaches past my heart,
To a depth that must be my soul,
Choosing a path, I am gone from that place.

Where is the place?
As I journey,
Places sometimes lesser, sometimes greater,
Bound into my spirit, I carry them all.

Is there a place?
The journey weaves all places together,
Collectively expanding my spirit, my heart,
Filling them with more of life's richness.

This is the journey.