Let your mind go Wherever it will Look with devotion To the depths of The darkest part Of the night sky Push yourself not In a specific direction Your innate being-ness Already knows all The cardinal compass points Of the infinite landscape Reach and strive not Towards any goal Neither obvious or obscured Seek not the bright pole star The fixed points are already known Your bliss lives not there The glorious infinite bliss Of your own being Actively living and breathing Is not found on any map There is no fixed point in the cosmos It resides in you; that infinite space flowing In-between the stars of heaven Copyright © 2004 William A. York. All rights reserved.
Our path follows us, Knowing that we were never lost, The path of no path. Is it possible to follow someone else to a place only you can go?