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Out There" is the 7th stage of The Journey…How often have you felt it’s you alone against what’s out there? No way through that you can see…impenetrable barriers everywhere…you can’t see…you don’t even want to look…our travellers have reached such a place…there is light beyond where they are but they don’t know how to get there…the valley of peace seems further away than ever…have they lost their way?
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There it lay, before me, as they had
said it would: a distance
I’d wish to cross excerpt C. Phillips
We reached the Valley of MIsts the next day…it was just as described…snow was still settled in the gullies and our shoes made no sound as we trudged over the rocky terrain…we stood for a while in silence….the quiet seemed to echo around us…no bird sang…our destination was still some ways off …The Journey..Janis Zroback
Is This Elysium?
The place the gods have set aside for man to rest?
All day long the sun and moon shone together in the sky…
Here are fields as high as the house, songs play from the windows…
Gold and green and princely red mix with the daises and the corn..
Is This Elysium? J.Zroback
Wind and weather brought us to this place..
The distant sound of voices whisper across the water..
Night and Silence…who is here?
Solitude and Silence are our only companions…
How curious the light that shines on the water!!
Night and Silence..who is here?
Echo answers nothing. ..J.Zroback
We were not certain, but we were on the way to somewhere..
The mountains in the distance seem to hold everything in shadow..
Where we were, was a field of poppies, but there was snow in the hedgerows..
Beyond were fields and yet more fields, then what appeared to be a ridge of smaller hills hidden by a block of dense trees…
Behind us the lands fell away to nothingness ..J. Zroback
Winter whispered softly as we turned our way homewards…
Why is it so dark you asked, scarcely daring to breathe…
I didn’t answer, but clasped you closer to my heart,
As snowflakes hung suspended in the deep blue night … J. Zroback
Thou greatest Keeper of Secrets,
Most elusive, consummate Illusionist,
Riddlester non-pareil, Mazemaster,
Supreme Criptician -
From whom do You hide,
everywhere and nowhere?
For whom do You wait?
Only the ocean can know the ocean.