Roiling waters
bubble over rocks
turbulence
flows over
leaving you untouched
When we are swept up
like a leaf on the surface
when we are tossed this way and that
we find no purchase
we scrabble for grounding
When we remember
we are not the river
but the stones
change flows over us
but we are always changing
Unchanged
we are calm in the storm
certain in uncertainty

Hold to your path
because this is truth
Stand in the waves
and be who you are
because when it has passed
there is only you
standing in truth
or swept far from shore

The lonely path
the solitary path
the path of your heart
the path of true self
the path of deep knowing

Momentary disappointments
fleeting desires
brief confusions
matter not
when you have kept to the way

the hard path

Who said the road would be straight?
who said the path would be level?
if there are obstacles, climb them
if there are rivers, cross them
and always there are more ahead.

Who seeks the easy path, hides from truth.
no path is easy
hiding
and self-delusion
are the hardest paths
for when the mask is stripped away
the void is that much deeper

Who shall fly now?