Finding The Way
Finding the Way
- by Lucy Hinton
Humility has a place here
You can only know the paths you’ve taken
and wonder upon the destiny of untrodden trails
Always learning
to read the vastness of everything in the hidden depths of the anything
Siddhartha by the rippling forest river
caught more than fish
The path we have beaten of late
is not one for the fainthearted
it turns out to be strewn with stinging nettles, bramble thickets,
sheer & slippery rock walls,
dizzyingly steep drops, hard decisions, cold desert-scapes and army ants
Surrounded by pointing fingers, and the soil drenched with good people’s anguished tears
Perhaps some paths are left un-trodden for good reason…
Honour is a complicated business
Noble truths each stand not in isolation
ruling their own impenetrable kingdoms like the stone-carved icons of volcanic islands,
but in sincere dialogue, like voices spoken in a council of elders
Honesty takes time to know itself, and to ripen into fullness
Finding itself within and between us
Until the path and the walker become one
And this Way is the only way it can be