In the circle

Once,
long ago,
I was bound by cold walls,
cursed with the lack of strength.

But still, I searched for quest.

With no road to take, I started to walk in a circle.

Questions did not come up, no answers came my way.

All I could gather
was light breaking free of matter,
the bits and pieces of knowledge,
echoes of wisdom from long ago,
to have in my hold,
to safely store.

Now I stand,
in midst of that circle,
bound not by cold walls,
but by peace of mind,
waiting to be wanted,
waiting to be found

by those of not that long ago
with no questions,
but open to the message –

that roads, no matter how long,
will always circle you back to the start

to the place of your own knowing
where you tell your own story
before you turn it to art