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In life’s wake
Are trailing memories,
Born from dreams
With life’s bow fixed
Toward an unseen horizon.
Willed by bold stroke,
The soul is set afloat
Down a river never traveled—
A river of doubt.

Drifting
Under the dark forest canopy
The cacophony,
Nature’s chorus,
Is unusually silent.
Only imagination’s din
Echoes in the ears,
Stirring the heart.
An unuttered presage
Taming hubris
With its humbling message.

On the liquid canvas
Are sketches of nature
Flowing past,
Giving no clear perspective,
Just pensive moods of shadowy hues.
Still, sinewy shoulders labor,
Steadily pushing and pulling
The crafted vessels
Down the river never traveled.
Its direction,
Depth,
Length,
Peril—
All unknown
On this river of doubt.

An odyssey of time,
Days into weeks,
Weeks into months,
Months into years—
Berths self-discovery.
Each rounded bend
May deliver hope
Or challenge mettle.
The clashing wills,
Nature’s and man’s,
May raze confidence
And give rise to doubts
That can unmoor the vessel,
Rendering one aimless,
Swept up in the current.

To discover—
For what is the purpose?
Is the end the goal?
Or is it the journey?
Without a map
Without measure,
The way traveled
Becomes watery fingerprints,
Rippling for a moment
Then entombed in the sand.
Yet, the surveyors
Of life’s topography
Map their destiny
To tell their own story.

With passage
Strength wanes,
Power grows frail,
Wakes weaken,
Drawing the soul
Towards a still pool.
Yet, deep in the interior
A pulsing stirs
The gnawing hunger,
Yoked to a goal:
Expend youthful vigor,
Leave nothing to the age of decline,
For only the intrepid will live—
Many lifetimes.

No one is ever lost
On the river never traveled.
If braved,
Discovery becomes a tributary
Feeding understanding
That the river flowing
Under a dark canopy,
Through the shadows,
Is a passage of memories
That gives way to the light.
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