The Path of No Path

The following is a "Waku," or "Waka" in some translations. In any case, it is similar to a Haiku in that it follows the 5 - 7 - 5 syllabic form, but it adds an additional 7 syllable, new line at the end. I find the form challenging and fun to work with. Enjoy! Loss Walking alone now. Silence my new companion. Freezing. Cold Springtime. Hard lessons. Allowing pain.

I lost. Reviewing it all there was never going to be a winning position. When two friends lock horns was I meant to step back? Money now seems wasted on learning how to make win-win-work. I am not good at being a bystander. Bleakly witnessing madness unfold in front of me. Impossible choices demanded split-second decisions as the living blood-bond of friendship raped of life and love. Lies. Dead on the stoop. My friend, no stranger to money, power and position has tossed aside his strong and compassionate heart; for what! A kind woman, kicked to the curb. Her home of eight years, waits for another, another occupant! I choose to side with the poor and disempowered as the rich seem to take of their own. My still bleeding heart pumping the life force of an old friend into the gutter. The woman and I stare in amazement, sitting there on the stoop.

It In this moment. Attempting to be present with aloneness. Not really liking it.

At the moment I feel cold. By allowing myself To fully experience the bitterness, .......................................................I feel it moving through me Like the freezing rain and fog outside my window. To do otherwise, This tormented and twisted bitterness Would surely enslave .......................................................my soul. So very cold.

At about 1 am Pacific time on September 11, 2001 I was unable to sleep. As I awoke I was over come with powerful emotions and was then "opened" to a horrific vision that lasted until 5 am. At exactly 6:11 am I was awakened to the the sound of breaking glass, followed by extreme silence. This first poem is from my vision, and the one after it is from my emotions and feelings from the next few days. This was for me, as it was for so many a very intense week in my life. May my experience bring you peace, insight, and love. I love you all, w- Poems follow ====== William, it's time to Wake Up William, they call my name Arriving one by one how the beautiful Sound of tinkling bells fills my room An exquisite delicate ringing That only Angels make It is the Ninth month, the eleventh morning Nine – One – One, Wake up! Wake up! Each with a bell speaking as one Uncountable hundreds or more A symphony of Divine Gentleness My heart pounds, searing burning pain Rips through my chest as...

So here I sit in the hot, hot sun, waiting for the bus!