Journey’s Ambience

So many sounds of visitors

Their various essence steady in the life-sustaining air

Where did they go?

What did they carry along with them

Assuming such rest was merely a way station

Accepting exhaustion of life as prescient preparation

For what?

Everyone is always going somewhere

But rest calls

Most sleep under canopies

Some in tents

Some in boxes

Some in hotels

Some beneath the stars

Some under exotic waters

Forget not…

Always

Some of one’s residual aura remains behind

Sharing the unexpected

With those about to visit

To dream of somewhere beyond the rest

How generous

The journey’s ambiance

Vibratory lessons

 Yet to be learned