This Path

This Path–

I chose to take it earlier on.

I tossed it all to the wayside.

Everything I thought I knew–

Whether inculcated into me

Or projected by my assumptions–

I shed it all.

I didn’t know

In gaining understanding 

Of the world

Peeling back emotion

To interact 

At face value

That the shadow man

I thought I was conquering

Was still there

In the end.

That no matter 

How much you think

You have let 

Him go

He is you

And you 

Are he.

That as One 

Scales back assumptions

To grow

In 

Understanding 

One must also

Scale back

What

Has been piling

Up in the shadows

All 

These years.

At some 

Point

It must all 

Come out

To pave the way

For newness.

This isn’t

A 

One and done

Kind of 

Thing.

You don’t

Just believe it 

And let it be.

No

This is 

The mystery

Of Life and Death 

Good and evil

Opposites 

In general.

You may 

Think you know

But

You never

Really know 

Until

You 

See.

Everything.

See everything.

And, yes!

Funny how

You start a thing 

And then 

Brush it off

As if it was nothing

And at that moment–

At THAT VERY MOMENT–

It finds a

Way

To remind you 

Of what you were doing

In the first place.

This Path

Is my blessing 

And my curse

My rationality

And my irrationally 

All stirred into

One Mind

Expressed

Infinitely

In the forward 

Movement

Of time.

All the Greats

–If only crystalized 

In Legends by 

Some veil

Of a Belief system–

Knew this mystery.

They were magnanimous …

Yet Nobody 

Knew why.

Though 

By pretense

They assumed 

They did.

They saw that 

Something

Familiar 

But quite 

Out of reach

Was

Present there

But

They never put their 

Finger 

On it.

They got lost 

In the person

Rather than 

The 

Mystery.

Yet,

Those who got 

Lost in the 

Mystery

Didn’t change it

But were 

Changed 

By 

It.

Not changed 

Into 

Something new 

As if passing 

Through Time 

But changing 

Into something 

Redolent of

The Ancient.

A timeless truth.

In this 

Burgeoning 

Age of the 

Machine

Of rationality

And bureaucracy

Of AI 

And innovation

This one thing

Must never

Be lost

Until Time

Comes to 

A close.

Only those 

Who choose

To search

Will see.

It isn’t the 

Easy way.

It isn’t the 

way of 

What they call success.

It is

The wholesome

Way.

It isn’t partial

To all the 

Rigid religions

That tried to 

Touch it.

They 

Are mirrors

But 

They are not it.

Like broken pieces

Of the most

Beautiful canister

Made of glass. 

Who dares

To pick up 

The pieces?

The rational ones?

The irrational ones?

To find that which lies 

In the midst of it all?

A veil

Is not

The Light.

The

Light

Is

The Light.

This 

Is

The

Way.

The vicissitudes

And

Spiraling Stairwell

That is

The Path.

If you

Were always

Somehow 

Not quite 

Satisfied

As if 

There

Was something more…

This is the Reason Why!