It takes just one intrinsic motion, To cause or settle inner commotion, From there to embark on a journey, spaceless, Discovering with every breathless step the endless Following the winding road to a place unknown, Or carving a purposeful path in lands of foam Where question-directed answers never cease And waves of intuition are released; Unexplainable the pull towards comfort and bliss And the constant slipping tug into the abyss; When deciding if happiness and contentment be the means of navigation, Or possibly the one sought-after, desired destination.