This unmarked path, it leads to my heart

This unmarked path, it leads to my heart. I can’t quantify it for you any other way. It’s meandering, from rock clubs to coffee houses. From writers to singers. From painters to builders. From engineers to musicians. I weave in and out. I search for the voice of my soul. I want to bring her forward more and more every day. She is so gentle. She is so sweet, so kind. She wants me to buy the flower bouquet on sale at Kroger, to arrange its lilting, time-bound beauty and give it new life. She wants an afternoon coffee to carry her through to the next good idea. She wants to record songs and live in a world of beauty that feels timeless and everlasting. She wants to wade into her own mystery, finding comfort in spaciousness. She wants me to surrender to flow, like the sunlight that streams through my window. Most days, I don’t know what I am doing. But when I close my eyes, I see that this unmarked path is leading me home.