For my own peace I need to share a secret. but only to those who can keep it.
its gonna be hard but you gotta to keep it.
Its a short story, a walk ill describe in words.

somewhere in a forest where man can't find it.
A path lays where time sits, patiently taking itself on many trips.
space walks with his kids, sulking over  everything he did.
Nothing leaves prints in the dirt, and follows a love of his
its said that the path isn't from earth, that it came here to leave a purpose  
It refuses to leave until the world gets it and luckily its very patient.
It doesn't end and everything shares it, with a group of friends.
I found the path inside a drinking glass, full of water from a stream crossing a path.
The water looked clear as glass as I drank it i started to see black
It seems i fell asleep  so deep i immediately began to dream. I stared down the path in awe over what i saw.
My gaze  didint change from straight untill i walked by hundreds of Buddhists praying.
there chanting was my everything and welcomed my energy to stay.
phobe k
After a life of welcoming i walked on the path and couldn't will myself to leave
And after i had walked with the universe looked inside and saw myself  I fell back to myself. Woke suddnly feeling perfectly fine