Nothing New on a Detour

On the road, detouring through a new town that these eyes have never seen, still there is a knowing, a recognition of something that has not changed with the clocking of kilometers. Nothing here is new. Nothing here is not known. Nothing here is separate. Actually, it’s been that way the whole trip, something has stayed the same, all the way from Brampton. A vastness, peace, and joy comes with this eternal, unchanging recognition.