A few hours still remained of the night

Only the faintest sliver of a voice could be heard

Though hoarse and beaten like a withering storm, its message was clear

There is no shortcut. No quick path will get you there

Because “there” is not a destination

“There” is the journey, and a short journey makes for an unfulfilling “there”

Let this lesson be hard-earned

Only then will it stick



The storm withers...