
End of the Road (2002)
Neither expected nor sought, truth arrives.
One phrase, a minute turn of the
wrist, and the beginning reverses itself, becomes
vessel versus point, illuminating
the reach: one sign, two paths. The agave.
How far we’ve come to affect this place.
Last season the flowers were gray and we knew nothing.
Even the stones quivered with laughter.
And then it rained. And the creeks rose, and the bedrock
appeared as if to say your efforts lack
substance. Look underfoot. There lies the truth.
Neither expected nor sought, it arrives.
“End of the Road” last appeared here in April 2017.

Beautiful.
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Thanks very much, Deb.
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“one sign, two paths…”
Yes, the truth is exactly like that.
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But sometimes there are more paths!
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Exquisite.
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Thank you!
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This is simply wonderful Robert! I read it 4 or 5 times and each time it made me look a little bit deeper
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Ah, you’ve made my day.
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I’m glad 😊
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Truth. Always there. Often hidden in plain sight. Wonderful images and connections. Thanks.
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