Tag: the path

Lightworker

Some people see the light
And embrace it
The light becomes
A part of them

In time
With practice
They become
The light

Sometimes the path I must follow seems
All lit up
Just for me
So that even in the darkness
I can follow The Way

In this tangled web of existence
I am distracted by beautiful colours
Become lost on myriad paths
Interwoven and crooked

At the core of it all
A light burns so brightly
At the corner of my eye
It breaks through the clutter

Some beacons keep me safe
They guide me
Through the narrow channels
They help me avoid
Life’s rocky shoals

Some beacons inspire me
To explore
The untravelled roadways
They help me overcome
Life numbing caution

In the darkness
I saw a light
And followed it

It lead to a window
Which would not open
And I could not see through

As much as I preferred
Being in the light
I returned to the darkness

Even a well-marked path
Offers options to explore

Side-trips provide
Opportunities for insight and growth

I just try to remember

Some windows allow the light in
But obscure its source

Not all doors can be opened
And it is unwise to walk through
Every door that does

No matter how softly
I tread through life
I leave footprints

I only hope
That when others come upon them
They see what I see

Something beautiful
Necessary
With good-natured purpose

There are beauties and ugliness
In this world
Beyond my ken; beyond my perception
As if protected by an impenetrable wall

When travelling
I may know the road I am on
And even where it goes
But am always surprised
Where it takes me