Traveling

Within the cliffs lie secrets
waiting for whispered voices
to fly into desert winds.

Within the canyon, lie thoughts,
centuries old, nestled deep,
waiting for passage of time.

Words etched into silent, stones,
longing for intervention,
hug stilled canyon walls and gaps.

At times, sky opens its arms,
accepting stretched eagle wings
while releasing thoughts to earth.

We come to the ledge and pause.
Thoughts float into the abyss.
Breath is restored. Stories rise.

©CVarsalona, 2016 Nevada

“Adventure is worthwhile.” 

-Aesop

While traveling is such a joy, there is a sense of comfort in coming back home. We have the opportunity to reflect upon and recount, as storytellers, our experiences that traveling brings to life. As we dig deeper into seared memories, we realize that the "real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes." (Marcel Proust) With these new eyes, we build a picture of our travels for others to visualize and then we rest in the knowledge that the journey is within. Travel is but the mechanism to extend and enrich life. 

While I am working on the unveil of my Summerscapes Gallery of Artistic Expressions, I offer this post with original poetry to the Poetry Friday Round-up where Karen Edmisten is host. You can access Karen's site here and read through the delicious poem, Blackberry Eating by Galway Kinnell, that she is sharing. 

Stay tuned for the grand unveiling of Summerscapes. I would like to thank my Poetry Friday friends who offered their artistic endeavors to the gallery and all readers who support the effort to bring the spirit of poetry and poetry love to the public eye.