Road Song, For Smoky

it is not the destination,
it is the journey.
it is not the knowing,
it is the questioning.
it is not the finding,
it is the seeking.
it is not knowing God,
it is knowing oneself.
it is not the attainment,
it is the giving...
it is not the holy,
it is a child's dirty face.
it is not the living,
it is the dying....

for in each tiny death
a new universe is born.

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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