Imagine a dark wood with paths of choices

There is one to the left,

Light; sun searching its way through

Shady thick treetops.


There is one to the right,

Dark, overgrown,

Perhaps least taken.


Imagine this Wood

Is your imagination.


Take yourself down the paths.

Light? Potential? Optimism?

How well can things go. Sometimes.


Lead yourself to days

Or dark nights, perhaps.


How badly life might turn out. Sometimes.


Now leave the Wood.

Enter the clearing.

Look back.



The Temple: Diary

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