Your Lane

On late summer evenings, or upon winters chilled looking-glass sky reality will change its mask just for those who seek their place. For a few magical moments space and time will unfold its sheltering tent; and the margins of light and dark move apart from each other. A person whose insight is often an out-sight may discover his or her lane. That path will not appear, it is only seen by the lamp of mind when it searches for its purpose within an infinitely expanding atlas. There in that roofless instant may be glimpsed our onward road and upon it our compass-finding soul traveling back to where all lanes began. The wise will breathe in deeply, gathering a tidal swell of gratitude to them. The thoughtful will know for certain that their lane has been mapped and charted, and that we are all journeying to a home we never truly left.