The Path

 The Path 

To take

the path

is not your

decision.

It will open before 

you

someday

around your

feet,

whether you will

it,

or not,

and then you

will find

that

to follow

the path

is to fall irrevocably 

in love

with everything.

It is to feel 

the jagged edged 

wound 

at the 

heart of all,

while feeling it's inner 

wholeness 

too,

and even it's healing, 

all at once,

in a single infinite 

moment,

between the

in-breath

and the

out-breath

of Divine

Love's 

respiration.

It is to walk deeply 

into the forest,

and the city, 

and to find 

in both, 

solitude enough,

friendship enough,

and to cling 

to 

neither.

It is to become 

the remembering 

mirror

for the faces of 

all we 

meet, 

reflecting back

only the forgotten 

beauty

of their original 

face;

while seeking our own

within.

It is to see:

in the stone, 

the star from which it came;

in the leaf, 

the seed from which it came;

in the water, 

the cloud from which it came;

and in all that is,

the Love from which it came;

and then to 

bow deeply 

before 

this

mystery.

It is to walk at the pace

of the slowest, 

joyfully.

It is to run at the pace

of the fastest, 

joyfully.

It is to dance with both,

joyfully.

It is to choose wonder

over fear.

It is to choose depth

over surface.

It is to choose happiness

over cynicism.

It is to choose love

over hate.

It is to understand that 

these are 

choices,

not feelings

or reactions,

and then

to choose 

them

again,

and

again,

and

again.

It is to break 

one's heart

again,

and

again,

and 

again.

For 

without 

the breaking

how would the holy light

in you

escape

to shine out in the dark?

How would the holy spark

in you be released

to set the world burning

anew?

It is to begin,

always,

in the most sacred place 

there is:

the here

and

the now,

and to dwell there

always,

in the flame 

of the 

burning bush.

It is to dissolve

in your own tears

so

completely,

that only the truly

you

survives.

It is to empty

fully,

so as to

be

filled.

It is to befriend 

the holy dark

of death, 

daily,

until she becomes 

a sister

who will,

smilingly,

at the end 

of the path,

usher 

you 

home

into

Love's

abode.