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!
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