The Journey Within

 The loneliest road is the road where 

not that you are alone 

nor the road with no milestones

Neither is it the road barren and unforgiving 

or where the end seems not to be in sight, 

where one is lost, and no light.

The journeys of the world can be mapped and traced

Retraced, remembered, shared.

But the journey within is the one you travel by yourself,

You decide to undertake it or to let it go.

The self is stripped bare of all makeup,

The soul, raw and true, waits for you.

 Do you recognise yourself here?

Is it the face you like or the one you fear?

There is peace to be found on this lonely path 

No voices heard, no noise around 

No borrowed skin, no masks found

And then you know who you really are

You find yourself 

 Reborn and at peace. 

Make this life count

Make this life count 

We open our eyes as a tiny us 

To a  world of infinite blessings

A  life  to be lived but once 

In a time that never rolls back.

We open our eyes as a tiny us 

To the magnificence of creation 

A person full of potential 

A life full of possibilities. 

Open your eyes to the wonder all around 

to the pain and the joys 

to the elation and the suffering 

The world where you can make a difference. 

Look around and make yourself seen. 

Love the plants, love the beings. 

Make a life easier, make a place better 

Stretch your hands and open your heart.

And when the journey comes to a close

You'll have made a difference, you know

Just a tiny bit or a vast amount 

You know you have made this life count.