Life of a Path Finder

A finder of paths. Is but a seeker of sorrow. The wonder of each new step is with somber knowing. Understanding that each step is of double effect. As he must return home to show the way his feet have taken him. He cannot stay.

Every wonder he finds he must do away in mind, or he knows he will not seek the way. The way back from whence he came. As the bearer of this path he must walk his days with the weight of those who cannot find light of day & cannot move in the dark of night.

He is blessed yet feels cursed with sight. Sight of the yet seen to those who live in green while he in gray. He cannot choose a color or he will lose his own way. An be a wanderer lost within himself.

Knowing no end or beginning. Having no health. Broken & lost he has forsaken his wealth. He is the pathfinder and that he must accept. To walk the paths untraveled until death.

The essence of humanity is in the being. Being as you are. Becoming all you can. Believing all that is & has yet. The truth of human kind is evolutionary revolution.

To remake ourselves thus all things are remade. To heal ourselves thus all things are healed. To learn all things thus all things are understood. To love all things thus love you become. To live each day thus each day is remembered. To die every moment thus all moments are known.

This it the truth of truth. That humanity is a blessing, not a curse. To be conscientious in the seeking of understandings and knowings. Yet to be asleep to these things as you are to experience them as they are & not as you seek them to be.

If you have not trust; trust in U; if you have not love; love in U; if you have not being, be in U; and you shall be all things. This is humanity.

To forget is our beginning

To exist is our essence

To be is our nature

To understand is our truth

To live is our way

To die is our fate

To love is our all

To know is our end

To, is It.

All things are as they dream.

The Jaguar does not ask to be fed it hunts & eats.

The lion does not wait to be seen it makes itself known.

The dragon does not ask to be heard it roars from the bellows of the deep.

The falcon does not wait to leave earth it takes flight.

The peacock doesn’t hope to be admired for it is as it dreams.

Opulence, Luminance, Prominence, Dominance, Cromulence.

Just right.

The path you take devout in each step and true in each stride. A walk without shame or pride. Yet proud for you’ve found your own way.

A path with no divide.

Even as you stride not consumed by pride, yet convicted in faith. No longer do you seek to race, dominate, or defeat. A battle of self is the rhythmic beat. To the sound of your soles and the claps of your hands as you pray you not knell yet stand. For you know you are and have always been a being of wisdom who will transcend. The mundane and monotonous plains. When in flow you stand as imminent domain. To achieve and create the mind and sol the body moves in tandem with forces of old.

ONE.

In that SKY and under the SUN.

WHOLE as the WORLD Fortold.

HOLY.