We each have a path to follow.
A journey we each call our own.
We see the way so clearly in our mind’s eye.
The beginning, the middle and the destination seem so visible and easily navigated.
We see the openness and expansiveness that awaits us, much like a cloudless blue sky on any given day.
The journey excites us and our hearts accelerate at the notion that we have a path to follow. Our path. A journey we each call our own.
The truth is the path itself.
The detours, roadblocks, potholes and steep hills are not seen by the mind’s eye.
We navigate more slowly, with more hesitation, less abandon.
We feel tricked and cheated that this path is not so clear. Our mind has betrayed us with these visions and illusions of grandeur.
We continue the journey though, for the heart still feels the destination.
We each have a path to follow.
A journey we each call our own.
The truth is the path itself.
A journey we each call our own.
We see the way so clearly in our mind’s eye.
The beginning, the middle and the destination seem so visible and easily navigated.
We see the openness and expansiveness that awaits us, much like a cloudless blue sky on any given day.
The journey excites us and our hearts accelerate at the notion that we have a path to follow. Our path. A journey we each call our own.
The truth is the path itself.
The detours, roadblocks, potholes and steep hills are not seen by the mind’s eye.
We navigate more slowly, with more hesitation, less abandon.
We feel tricked and cheated that this path is not so clear. Our mind has betrayed us with these visions and illusions of grandeur.
We continue the journey though, for the heart still feels the destination.
We each have a path to follow.
A journey we each call our own.
The truth is the path itself.
2 comments:
This is beautiful Fiddler. You knock me out. You describe life's journey so well in this prose poem. We do get discouraged. We often feel a sense of abandonment or failure. We want to give up. But as you point out, the heart still feels the destination. That is such a remarkable line. Sometimes it hurts to know the truth, but the truth does set us free. So we continue our journey along our own special path. Is that path predestined? I am not sure. Each journey seems to be seperate, yet contributes to the whole. Thank you Fiddler for sharing your insightful writing. It gives us all a lot to ponder. Your writing is like a healing balm. It flows from a true healer's perspective.
Thanks for this beautiful poem, Margaret! I like the repeated line "The truth is the path itself." It makes me think that the journey is what matters, not the destination.
As you say, we trick ourselves into believing the journey will be easy, our burdens light. But sometimes that is not to be, and we feel cheated and more hesitant.
It also makes me think of this quote from Gloria Steinem (alluded to by Honor):
"The truth will set you free. But first it will piss you off."
Thanks, Margaret.
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