She goes knowingly forward

Closely following footsteps

From other countless journeys

Along a lone path.

Although a swath well traveled

Past, present and future appear

Personal yet unraveled

She holds fear at bay

While it tries to flow toward

Her stoic effort to send it away

Across the mighty mosaic.

She knows bliss at her core

No pith  no mystery  no remorse

Follows her well lit path through the door