Every path is a return to God.
How could it be otherwise?
But before, you must reach
Your arms into emptiness,
Silent darkness, and run through
A world of lies until you
Finally glimpse the deeper truth.
Along the way, you’ll suffer–
No matter which side of the road
You pitch your tent for the night.
Perhaps you’ll gaze upon the stars,
Feel you’ve lost the entire universe.
But within the heartbreak, you’ll
Learn deeper ways to see Light.
Even those who love you,
May see you on one side or the other,
When perhaps by grace
You know you only belong to God.
Many times, you’ll look and think
You see deeply into the truth of yourself.
But your eyes are not the whole of you.
Each of us changes, some of us
A hundred thousand times and more,
Searching through wave after wave of
Transformation in attempt to touch the soul.
Maybe you’ll find a distracted man
To be your guide, a beautiful woman
For healing, a blind man who might prophesy.
You may find hope in those who interpret dreams,
Yet find later that the hope you’ve found
Has led you to darker confusion, bewilderment,
Storms that dissolve foundations that take you
Deeper into Presence, into laughter—
Where crying out for mystery gives way
To even deeper forms of longing…..
Be gentle if you can, to others and yourself,
For the mistakes you’ll make are many.
How many will it take to teach you how to forgive?
A sailor who only sails upon calm water
Never learns to master his art, to sail
Through ocean storms or survive the risks of love.
Only then might you grow outwardly old,
Inwardly young, and live the resurrection.