Quickly now! They shouted The Guest will be here soon There is so little time to prepare Oh! Make ready the house Surely the guest will seek us out With the all the plans we have made What banquets, Grand Pujas And fine discussions we will have! Away from the commotion At the edge of town She sweeps Every day sweeping The barely visible path to Her dwelling The well-tended late morning fire Burns bright from Her devotion Her voice is soft and gentle Today I sweep for Thee she whispers. Her body is ancient She has seen the great mountains in their youth The towering redwoods and giant sequoias She cared for as saplings On the edge of the great forest Her house, open on one side is ever filled There is grand delight in their faces Children smile from the stories She tells You there, old woman Don’t you know the Guest is coming The learned and important say As they confront her in her sweeping Cease this useless and endless sweeping Sure...
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?