Worship, in its
serene awareness, is a journey
The journey that we
were all waiting for
And perhaps
overlooked in the singular obsession
With a destination. Our
everyday illusions of destinations,
Of “arriving”,
conflicts with our natural purpose
This anxiety about
the destination obscures the journey
So that the Arrivals
Lounge is filled with senseless ghosts
And in the striving, dungeoned
crevices of the earth
Live those aware and
mindful and free
