THE PATHLESS PATH

As I went wandering in the forest today, not following any path, but knowing to go home is north, I thought: Truth is like this. The way to truth is pathless. Ultimately, no one and no course of study will get me there. There comes a time to leave the path and wander. The North Star will always guide me back.
No, my friend, I did not fall apart because you weren’t here to care about me. I fell apart easily when I decided to dismantle myself; I just don’t need or want it anymore. So much about it keeps me separate from Source. It’s like I’m buried under way too many covers on a cold night that grows warm as the clouds roll in.
I’m simply throwing off the covers now.
God will have mercy on me,
and cover me up
if I begin to freeze.
I’m taking off my seeker’s shoes; it seems I’ve been wearing them my entire life.
I’m placing them reverently on the window’s ledge, along with my empty pot; it’s yet again empty. I filled it many times, and then consumed the food within. Empty is its natural, sacred state.
I’m climbing through to the other side of that window, and heading across the desert with no shoes and no canteen. The waters of life flow there continually, and I have no need to plan for my sustenance, or plan for anything. No plans. I’m just going.
I’m sailing away, no mooring left, anchor thrown overboard.
Without a rudder, I find the freedom I have always longed for,
and the love I never had, until now.
Take my hand for these final steps, my Love.
For you have had my heart all along…