Allow me to share some meaningful lines from the Song of Myself by Walt Whitman:
“Not I, not any one else can travel the road for you,
You must travel it yourself.
It is not far, it is within reach,
Perhaps you have been on it since you were born and did not know,
Perhaps it is everywhere on water and on land.
I have heard what the talkers were talking,
The talk of the beginning and the end,
But I do not talk about the beginning or the end.
There was never any more inception than there is now,
Not any more age youth or age than there is now.
Urge and urge and urge,
Always the procreant urge of the world.
The past is the push of you, me, all, precisely the same.
I do not know what is untried ad afterward,
But I know it will in its turn prove sufficient, and cannot fail.
My feet strike an apex of the spices of the stairs, on every step bunches of ages and larger bunches between the steps,
All below duly traveled, and I still mount and mount.
See ever so far, there is limitless space outside of that, count ever so much, there is limitless time around that.”
Here we are as a group, we have walked together. We have struggled, we have smiled , we have talked about different topics and have traveled through cities and villages, stayed in different homes that we all sensed newness that has stops us to process.
We all have things to share and be proud of and will continue our journey with amazing and hardworking Dragons Folk.