I'm slowing down my run and turning it to strolling,
Much easier and smoother it makes my breathing pace,
With no regrets, penitence or even sorrow
I can now see He’s hidden in details,
By slacking steps I still keep going further,
My shadow’s casting, born from light,
And finally I can look through the border,
I hope to find the answers on that side,
But essence of the moment opened to my vision -
The map of all my routes unfolded so wide spread:
I've always been myself the point of collision
The time is now ripe to take a break instead