A Garden of Resonant Paths

Let me meet you on that bridge,
that arcs across the choiring stream,
whose source returns to mountains deep
whose caverns we can never know,
from which a quiet mystery flows
into a branching future goes
of breathless possibility
and shadowy uncertainty.
And there, at crossways to its drone
pass onward into forest glade
where sunlight filters through the leaves
and canopies whisper of shade
Well, shall we walk, today, this way?
Alongside secrets, overgrown
To recollect what once was known
By the wise ones, etched in bones
and carved in passageways of soul?
Though, if we wander, no two days
Will guide us over the same tracks;
So we never fully know this
garden of resonant paths.

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