In my heart
For hate
And the tunnel
Is only the sum of my fears
Confining me
Could I have been better
At this or at that
Had I offered more devotion
But of all the this
And all the that
Just two devotions have mattered
More this:
The journey here
Intends to scale
The mountains of
My inner life
In these foothills, at Rishikesh

Not for its familiarity
Nor for its comforts
Nor even its dull grey beauty
But for its being
An integral part
Of my being
Moving forward, sometimes
Requires stepping backward
To reconnoitre
To reconsider
To recenter on the here and now
So the paths to possible others
May emerge
On such days
I strive for clarity
For the deepest answers
For the deepest questions
For the deepest experience
I find my way
Through the narrow channel
Guided by a friendly light
I carry compassion
A torch to light my way
Through the darkness of unseeing
I wield mindfulness
A blade to cut my way
Through the brambles of being