Sages speak of a steep path that's narrow
and difficult to ascend for humankind.
T'is true, for I have often read it in books
and heard it in the speakings of the mind.

To overcome the passions of this inertia
mixed with my own thoughts reservation,
is a cumbersome thing that does pull me
between sluggish grief and brief elation.

When I am in my solitude, I choose
to drift along with the dread riptide
of the moment, whilst I am striving
for the peaceful beach at ebb tide.

When I am between the shore and
the  violet  horizon, I revel in Time,
with the music of the spheres like
a dervish spun to a forbidden rhyme.

I dream of the beloved and the adventure
somewhere along my minds' bold travels.
The person and the secret place where
all of this old lifes' conundrum unravels.

I lose all of my attachments, until I am free
to be married to this manifesting destiny,
which haunts my dreams and drinks up me
Or all of my Self like a weeping willow tree.

At last I have surrendered to a perfect grace
that has annihilated me; then there is Love,
bringing unity in the diversity freeing me to
attempt the ascent, & kiss the starry sky above.