I make my way
Down channeled paths
Wending through
Hardship and trouble
To overcome
My flow adjusts
Weaves a line
Ofttimes turbulent
While rocks and stumps
Which interfere
I push aside
With force of will determinant
And rest I may
In respite of pools and lakes
To carry on with grace aplomb
Through demise and rubble
I arrive at the end
Of a rocky path
Where a beacon indicates
A vast unknown
Beneath a misty guile
But a light of no small promise
Beckons from a distance
My faith tells me
Is surmountable
Perhaps it will be a smooth sail
On a quiet sea
Or a road no less arduous
Than the sharp-stoned path
Which bloodied my feet
Since many miles ago
No matter
The destination seems bright
And beautiful enough
While I have covered greater distances
With less hope
And no small despair
Destination calls
Beyond a pathless expanse
Beckoning promise
Some will argue for the flow
Some will argue for the current
I remind myself
Step back to appreciate the whole
Evaluate the emergent patterns
Given an opportunity to observe
Beyond the confines of existing paradigms
Seek the possibility of a new way
Beyond it
A promising light
I check my
Expectations
Proceed with caution
And readiness
Not all gateways
Lead to freedom
Not all sources
Light a true path
Though the paths I see
Attain neither peak nor pass
Trapped in this valley of lassitude
Lost
On a forkless path
Stop
Look for a door
A ladder, a rope
Turn
Seek another path
Upon retraced steps
Wait
For alternatives
To appear
Move
Follow the instinct
Which began this path
Despair
There is no despair
Only tenacity
I remind myself
Just take a step
I remember
Where every journey begins
I find my courage
In the many paths already taken
I’ve held the light
before
I’ve made my way
before
I’ve found the path
before
I will hold the light
again
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