Between my shadow and my soul

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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