before i learned to read a treasure map
the x that marks the spot
was a final destination
a series of directions
before me like permissions
to reach a buried fortune.
before i learned to read a treasure map
i was always moving on
always wanting something more
always this thing to the next
always struggling toward
that which i was searching for.
so when i reached the shore
i was certain i had made it,
only to be greeted
by a billion other sailors
bored and empty handed.
as i learn to read a treasure map
the x that marks the spot
became uncounted destinations
unending invitations
before me like permissions
to come slowly.
as i learn to read a treasure map
we are one clue at a time
always constant
like the rolling of the waves
always returning like the sun
unearthing its own beauty.
so when today is but the ocean to sail
and tomorrow
simply the horizon i am watching,
i no longer wish for all the answers
and she is always reason
to find the treasure in the searching.
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