The path opens again and the mountains return,
I have traveled this way before and yet not;
all is new, except the air, which smells familiar
© Meisaan Chan
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Curving toward the center 
Oh my gosh, this one really speaks to me. I have recurring dreams about walking the Santa Cruz mountains on foot by moonlight, and I just had the dream again last night.
Sorry for the delay! I’m glad the poem spoke to you, and may you can turn you journeying by day and by night for the beauty that you need. To beauty!