The Walk

The Walk

Approach reigns as important as the purpose,
for the rain has no loyalty, nor the wind nor the sun.
Yet the sun lights the path, shows a miracle—
The fact can be fantasy, reality belief.

We laugh together on the path, glittering eyes
reveal triumph trumped by the becoming.
Becoming perpetually manifests as the path.
Was and will falls behind who and how and why.

But time ticks and we trip on sticks,
revealing outrage, the blunt mirror.
Or as fools some of us leave the path
to find the path, and ask what the moment lacks.

And when we realize we are lost, we find
real knowledge as knowing how little we know.
For if the path is not where we stand,
where should we look?

And as fools we reject what we see
to cling to what we thought, believing
in the idol we unknowingly worshipped—
The idol, so daringly called “me.”

And thus we are trapped by standing still,
forgetting that the way to walk is just walk.
Lost in fear we stand in the angry thicket,
darkness expressing itself as sharpened thorns.

But we take the next step anyway, slowly—
trusting that through the darkness is light.
Hoping that loss too is a miracle. Wondering,
do all things lost come back again?

Then laughing, again we realize
that returning was the purpose of the walk!
The purpose—
reigning as important as approach!