Thoughts take root in my mind
Distractions laid upon the clear path
Undermine rhythm and pace
Obscure the way
Stop
Breathe
Let go the thoughts
Let go of thinking
Let go the desire for distraction
Breathe
Let in the clarity of The Way
Breathe
The true path revealed
Breathe
Step
Breathe
Step, step
I cannot think the path into being
I cannot follow what is not already there
I observe the middle
Where the light burns brightest
And the way is known
On the well-worn path
Trod by myriad feet
I observe the middle
Then choose another way
For the well-worn path
Holds few surprises
And rarely offers insights
Where once the road
Went ever on and on
The straight and narrow
A path long fixed
Now curves ahead
Promise us adventure
Through lands ahead unknown
The future far beyond
And I
No more or less the merry
For what is known and what is not
All are part the journey
I remind myself
There is always a bridge
To some place better
Than I am now
Sometimes all it takes
To cross the bridge
Is to open my eyes and recognize
I already have
I remind myself
There is always a light
To help me see
Who I want to be
Sometimes all it takes
To see who I will become
Is to open my heart and realize
I already am
The Way is not a practice of movement
The Way becomes easier
When I discover the value
In being still
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
Some mad portal
Always seems to appear
And I find my way
My failures seem always
To be failures of perseverance
When I turn away from the path
Circle
Unbroken
The round
Complete
Then round
And round
And round
Again
Until I step
Upon a path
Some may say
Leads me astray
In this world am I unbound
Softer than the lazy breeze
Which barely ripples cross the sea
Unattached to weighty thoughts
Adrift, perhaps, some might say
Yet guided by the tidal flows
I find my way
I find my way
Through the narrow channel
Guided by a friendly light
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