And if you are lucky, you might stand
in the place where the horses were loaded
before they were led to look for gold, for silver.
There are journeys you, too, wish to take,
though you know now that the journeys
you long for the most are often made
by pledging yourself to a place.
The old stone walls were built with flow in mind.
Even now, they keep nothing out—not the sunlight,
not the wind, not the curve of your imagination.
And every window is an invitation
to see the same beauty framed a new way.
What might be possible here? No way to pretend
to predict the infinite. Still, this chance
to show up, to serve our own passion
in a toast to potential, and to be humbled
by our own hearts so eager to be opened.