“This is my path, you cannot enter.”
My path is a walk of fire
My fire has turned to light
I visited the darkness
I created darkness
I marinated in intoxicating shame and sorrow
I created it all
I traveled back-and-forth from dark to light
My darkness tightened every sinew, compressed my chest and clenched my jaw
I saw the darkness all around me, outside of me, drowning me
I made friends with the tracker, the hunter, the night
He brought me to the dark warrior who had been casting his curses on me
There was anger, mistrust, hate in his cold stare
I entered his obsidian stare mesmerized, afraid to be consumed
Calm – suddenly I was looking back at me
The endless night was me, a fragmented warrior full of fear, sorrow, fight
He accepted me, I accepted him
The darkness was not outside
It is a great strength once you see it’s truth
It did not crush me, it did not end me, it shaped my light
In the obsidian mist I am shrouded
The realization was first a sliver, then a crack, then a chasm of light
The light to a raging fire
The fire consuming the blood, the magic, the darkness in it’s path
This is my path
As we walk this path it begins to turn to light
What I once scorched is now blessed
This was my journey all along
There were no distractions
All paths lead back to you
This is my path
You cannot enter.
Gautama Buddha said “No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path."
My path is the path of stopping,
the path of enjoying the present moment.
It is a path where every step brings me back
to my true home. It is a path that leads nowhere.
I am on my way home. I arrive at every step.
~ Thich Nhat Hanh ~
I can connect with this feeling, where we are so determined and aware that we are shaping our own journey. And we love to see the transitions that come along the road.
Its a state of equanimity where you face everything and still not be affected by it.