Following Paths…
Paths from the past,
Paths from the present,
Paths that I know so well,
Paths that I have been that I never will tell…
Deep into the interior of my personal jungle,
Through vines, stickers, muck and mire,
Fearful old trees overhang on my path,
Low hanging moss trying to me grasp…
Memories trying to take me into their clutches,
Fears and worries always present, touched I am by their fingers,
Overgrown are my paths, feelings, anxieties; my past does crop up,
I must eventually cut my way through this maze within…
I do see a light, is it of the sun or is it an open space within the self?
Through quicksand and water and fearful creatures of the night,
I have traveled and hiked looking for what does exist or might,
Will I eventually see some type of open field?
Or will I be forever mired in this labyrinth of paths…?
© ed ~ 2/17/05
Don't let the old paths bring you down...
Chanti
Love Tinka