I make my way
Stutter stride
Across uneven rock
Where scattered life
Though clinging, thrives
Much as I
On challenged path
Lose my balance
Then regained
A beacon there
Should day grow dark
Much as I
On challenged path
Lose my balance
Then regained
A beacon there
Should day grow dark
All the ways I’ve learned
To make my way in life
Unconsciously, they become habit
Forgetting the current running through it all
I remind myself
Stand on the shore
Breathe in the quiet
Observe the current
The new obscures the old
The old shines through the new
A temporal collage
Of overlapping insights
Expressions, realizations
Hoping, in the end
The sum of it all
Creates some enduring meaning
But better to crawl through
To this wilderness of consciousness
Than remain unconscious
Battering the cage
Of my own ignorance
Bringing light
To darkness
Bringing purpose
To doubt
Bringing meaning
To listlessness
But it was not until
I met the Buddha on the road
That I began to heal
No trust
No love
It took me many years
To discover on my own
The magic in darkness