Chapter Ten
No.136
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Author: Nigel G Wilcox 06.09.25
Let them mock the tethered longing,
The dangling promise,
The path that loops but never lands.
I do not walk for harvest...
I walk for memory.
Each step inscribes a verse
In the Book of Staying.
The carrot is not my master.
It is my mirror...
Asymbol of what I name,
Not what I need.
And the donkey... faithful, fierce...
Walks not in ignorance,
But in quiet rebellion.
For even the unfulfilled
Can be holy.
Even the unwon
Can be worthy.
And even the dust
Can be divine.
They say I chase a carrot.
But I say I walk a myth.
The prize is not the root...
It’s the rhythm of the hooves,
The dust that rises,
The story I leave behind.
But I say I walk a myth.
The prize is not the root...
It’s the rhythm of the hooves,
The dust that rises,
The story I leave behind.
Even if the door never opens,
I will keep sweeping the threshold.
Even if the key is never cut,
I will carve the lock in my dreams.
Even if the house is never mine,
I will live in the ritual of wanting.
I will keep sweeping the threshold.
Even if the key is never cut,
I will carve the lock in my dreams.
Even if the house is never mine,
I will live in the ritual of wanting.