On and On

Wind in the valley Wind on the mountain; one warm One cold, the same wind We follow the path of the Tao. No one can say what that may mean or what roads that it might take us down. Our journey is endless as it makes a full circle and then back again. Birth is no more of a beginning, than death is an ending. The wheel turns on and on, the planets orbit the sun, and the universe stretches to infinity.