I am on a journey. It is a long and uneven road that I travel, unmarked, obscure, and the distance to my goal is uncertain. My goal is clear to me, yet my direction and path are not, and I have to find my way with every step. I wish there were a clear road; yet I have found that the clear roads all lead in circles.

Still I travel, as do all humans. I have no choice, because life is a journey between the two mysteries of birth and death, and, one must experience all that comes in-between.

Yet, because my intention is to come closer to the shimmering Truth that underlies this life, my journey has become a pilgrimage, and I view every turn in the road as an opportunity to come closer to that Truth.