The Road Written in Stars

The elders say
Some spirits are born carrying distance,
not to flee the past,
But to stitch tomorrow to yesterday.

I learned that motion can be sacred—
a prayer spoken by the body,
a promise to keep going
without forgetting where the dust began.

What runs through generations
does not always leave tracks.
It lives in rhythm,
in the courage to follow a path
Only the heart recognizes.

There is guidance older than maps,
a knowing etched in silence,
reminding us when to move,
when to trust,
when to surrender to the journey itself.

So I answer the call that never shouts,
guided by an unseen hand,
walking the road written in stars—
where freedom is not escape,
but devotion
to the journey that shapes the soul.

🎨Artist and storyteller: Dorothy Sep