The first few times I turned to this path
I quaked with the anticipation of revelation.
Now I know better.
The journey down this path is a wilderness
Hard to follow; easily lost; carefully marked.
The path to the heart is narrow and it’s wilderness is wide.
It is like that trail behind the village
Tough climb leading to the spectacular view
Both earthy and surreal
Solid as you stand on the rock
Ethereal as you look out over what you cannot touch
The path to the heart is narrow,
But a determined love finds the way.
It is the common factor
Protector
The Sacred Bridge of the way.
Love protects
Love is truthful,
Regal, in rags or damask
Kind, it is patient;
It is always there.
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