As I march forward,
my manzil, my destination,
refuses to be far off.
sometimes a step ahead,
sometimes quietly within.
It does not wait at the end of the road;
It reveals itself on the road.
Each turn teaches,
Each stumble redraws the map.
With every step I take,
The goal learns from me
as much as I learn from it;
reshaping itself through doubt,
through discovery,
through becoming.
What I once chased as an arrival
Now feels like a companion.
The search itself gives meaning,
The movement provides purpose.
I no longer hurry to reach manzil,
for I have learned this truth:
My journey is not a path to the goal.
My journey is the goal.
-Promod Puri
Promod Puri.com 