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THE TRACKLESS PATH

When it seems too hard

2/22/2021

 
When it seems too hard,
Stop.
And it is me alone 
That I am trying to convince.
And it may be that you will not.
On and on you’ll fly, perhaps,
Into that bright flash 
Of brilliant light
That awaits “the faithful”
But I am not; faithful that is,
To the God of my own ambition.
I am a fickle follower,
A traitor.  
And I both hate 
And admire myself for it.
And it dies a slow death
Within my bosom.
In the meantime,
I chant the mantra
In the hopes that it will take.

The Lady of the Wood

2/12/2021

 
She stands on the edge
Of the sacred wood
At the end of the trail
Where the lumberman stood
When he felled the last
Of the sacred trees
And then fell down dead
Of an April breeze.
And when he died
She looked upon him
With dispassion.
Do you fear 
The lady of the wood?
You should.
Did you know 
That she awaits your ruin
And does not fear 
Your deepest displeasure.
To her, it is the sweetest song.
It is the music 
That turns round
The clock
That unwinds itself 
And soon will stop.
And on that day
The lights will go out
Upon the town.
And the hosts of the forest
Will come down 
And claim the thing
That was lost.
And what will you do then,
When there are no more
Towers left to topple?
Better to make friends 
Of the forest folk
While there’s still time.
But I warn you;
To step into the sacred wood
Is to relinquish the thing
You most fear losing.
It is for that reason
That few ever go there
Accept to try 
To take it down.
But in that 
They are disillusioned.
For how can one hope
To destroy the magic
Of the wood
That lies beyond perception?
In the end,
It is only their connection
To the sacred 
That is lost,
And the hollowed forest
Remains untouched,
Safely guarded.
It is reserved
For the believers 
In such things.
And she is the queen
Of the mystic realm
And it is her 
That will lead 
The spirits
Into battle,
Not to conquer,
But to watch them die
Of an April breeze
And not to flinch
As the unbelieving hosts
Sever the final string
To that which they believed
They worshiped.

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