The End of the Line

"I like trains.  I like their rhythm, and I like the freedom of being suspended

between two places, all anxieties of purpose taken care of; for this moment

I know where I a going."

Anna Funder

Trains have always been an adventure to me, whether at kiddie land; to and from college; the subway; or traveling home from California.  The railroad escorts passengers with access to move forward or backward within the connected cars.     The tracks guide the train to a destination with passengers having differing intentions.

The rocking motion of the train allows my body to relax and feel safe.  Although there are strangers around me, I feel a sense of privacy in my seat.  Sitting next to the window, my head rarely turns away as I watch life spin by.  I become mesmerized by the views which releases my mind to take flight into other realms. Yes, I love riding the rails.

The train symbolizes life housing numerous kindred spirits.   I board at one station while another wayfarer  joins later.  Lessons are exhibited in each car and how I master them determines my movement from car to car.  There is no concept of climbing up the ladder, just a jostling of movement back and forth to bring us to awareness. We are equals transported by a train, but we seek  individual life purpose.  These days, I can be found riding in the open air of the caboose mastering joy until I  reach the end of the line.