The path with its up and downs
bends and blind spots, beckons me.
To walk.
As i walk from point to point,
step by step, i pass through
storms and sun showers,
sunrises and sunsets.
Is it i who is changing the weather with my every step?
Is it i who is changing the landscape with my every breath?
left, right, left, right, inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale..
I keep walking on this path or is it a passage,
passed easily or with difficulty?
Why is it not a tunnel like all tales from darkness into light?
I guess there is no end to this path for it must be the journey.
We are all on the path at a certain place,
a specific time in our life.
On this path we sometimes walk,
shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand,
at other times we stop or slow down
whilst other continue to make strides.
It is neither ours nor theirs to judge the progress
of another. For all are on this path of existence.
It belongs to us all.
It is fixed, this path but no one knows where.
I walked and walked to the end of a path one day
thinking I had reached my goal, my destination, my will.
Were not these steps leading me aright?
A fork in the road back there was i right to have gone left,
or had i made the wrong right.
Maybe i had to create a new path all by myself.
Maybe others were to follow this new paved path?
Who knows for i was not at sea, where there is no path to see?
Maybe i should jump into the fathomless deep,
lost within the fluid path,
ocean moving me, wave to wave, from tide to tide?
It wasn't up to me to decide if the path was right for me,
it was just meant to be.
Every one is on the same path,
we just think it to be different.
You are you and i am me.
together we make unity
but why is it that we never see this beautiful reality.
You tell me i need to be on this path,
i say to you this one,
yet we fail to see that from the sun it is neither you or me,
neither land nor sea but specs of dust floating in the black sea
of the super strange galaxy.
What else can one say of an infinite path with finite words?
May this be fleck of dust,
this flower, this tree
this ray of sunshine,
this drop of rain,
be signs to you
on the path of your mystery.
The path that ultimately leads to eternity
though you'll never know nor see.
Just be....
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