I found a place today.

Off the beaten path.

Down a dirt road paved with potholes and loose gravel, not marked on the map.

I found a place made of mirror images.

Of duplications.

A place that folds in on its self.

A place where water bends in equal parts ebb and flow and time stands still in the middle.

A place where a heron skimming the water also skims the sky.

A place where certainty and mystery both wait around the bend.

A place unknown that calls you home.

A place you enter lost and discover yourself found.