The hands are laid,
the light has blazed
and scales tumble
from oblivious eyes.
Believe
it or not,
the thousand-mile journey
still awaits
your first trembling step.
Vision?
If you can see
where your foot goes next,
that is enough.
Faith shuts the door behind,
trust leads you forward;
pray for the guidance
and willingness to follow.
Along the path
are placid pools of conscience;
points of depth and reflection,
murky darkness beneath
brilliant image.
Neither surface nor submerged
alone will save you
from the torture
of unfinished awareness.
Look into the eyes of both;
their wise, sad gaze back
will tell you that the 
thousand miles
are a lie.
"To know, and not to do
Is not to know."
Always more to know;
always more to do.