The Journey That Remains
by Ada Rizzo- Jesolo, October 11, 2025
I no longer wish to arrive anywhere —
destinations taste too much like farewell.
I walk to hear the voice of the wind,
I walk with a naked soul,
between stones and petals,
while life hollows me out and fills me again,
like a river that never ceases seeking its mouth.
Every wound is only a passage for the light,
there is no pain that does not cradle a seed,
no fall that does not whisper of rebirth.
Life is not arriving,
but releasing, being and un-being like the tide,
until we finally recognize ourselves.
The sea, an ancient song,
a primal cradle, a liquid womb
that shelters and nourishes
our becoming anew, in the journey that remains.