I thought I knew the way

having traveled this path long ago

but no…I got lost in cryptic directions­:

turn right at the T intersection

left at the V.


All became muddled in duality.


Stopping in the middle I scream,

“I don’t know where I’m going

and I don’t know how to get there!”


The Beloved suggests that I surrender all thought

all maps and scribbled directions.

I come into the Now

and let this Moment take me

through the orchards and sunflower fields

under great oak arches

and over rickety bridges

across daunting chasms.


This mind that has been such a reliable frenemy

must yield leadership to the true Guide.

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