By: James Aitchison

Sometimes, when you feel
the quieting, do you seek
its source?
The eternal spirit in each man
requires the air and light
of goodness.
With every redirection of your life,
you have a witness.
In the silence, listen.
There is great art in living,
for each day knowledge is dispensed.
Having stemmed the avalanche of
tumbling thoughts and uncertainties,
you will find your core.
All paths are parallel yet intermingled,
towards the infinite distances of
the longest fates.