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THE TRACKLESS PATH

To Sink

10/30/2020

 
Oh, to sink into the ground,
To crumble.
To be made mush,
And be stamped into the grass.
Only in this will I see the truth.
Let ten thousand years rain down on me
And wash away the solid thing
That thinks it's real.
Only when I've disappeared
And all the things I made
Dissolve and wash away downstream,
Only then will I know
That all of it was an illusion.
Only then will I rest,
When finally 
My words are too faint
For anyone to hear.
And when I've cried 
Over all the things
I might have said, but didn't,
When I've tried and failed
To convince them
Of the thing they wouldn't see,
Only then will I dissolve and sink 
Deep into the mystic sea
That lies between here 
And all that we imagine.
Then I think 
That I will lye with Him
Who is sire of higher things.
And then perhaps, I will conceive
And grow large with child.
Then perhaps in me will blossom
That tree whose fruit
Will heal the nations.
But first, please let me die,
To all that here deceives!
To all of those convincing lies
That trick us with their solid appearances.
And in the meantime,
Let me close my eyes
And see those things
That eyes can't see.
Show me all that lies beyond,
And help me to believe.

Dig a well

10/27/2020

 
If you search for Truth,
Drill a well.
Don’t punch a thousand shallow holes.
Don’t ski across the lake,
Or try to know the ocean
By charting it’s surface.
The mystery lies at the bottom.
And so you must dive down deep.
Seek only for that one truth
That answers the question
Of your very own soul.
It matters not 
That you know nothing 
But the very thing you seek.
For truth spreads out 
To touch all truth.
And to know a thing
To know it deep
Is to know a great many things
That you didn’t know you knew
Until you needed them.

A Possible End of this Site

10/1/2020

 
Dear Friends,
I am unable to pay for the subscription to the service that hosts this site.  If that changes, things may continue as normal.  If not, I will continue to post on thetracklesspath.weebly.com since it is free.  

A Thing I Don't Believe

10/1/2020

 
How are we so bad
To each other?
Why are we so mean
Even when we intend
To be good?
I don’t know.
Do you?
I am so sad,
So sad 
For how the world has gone.
So sad,
So miserably wretched
To spite my knowing better.
And where is there a place 
For one like me,
One who can’t go on pretending
That I don’t see,
One who’s worn out to striving,
One who cannot shop anymore
At the five and dime
Of wretched things.
Done.
I’m done.
Gone.
I’m gone.
Good bye.
I love you so!
Remember me in better things,
Or worse.
It’s not ‘all the same’ to me,
But it will be 
What it will be.
Forgive me
That I cannot dine
Upon the things
That you call delicacies.
I’m broken to your aspirations.
They do not entice me anymore.
And for that I know
That I am a betrayer of your dreams.
But what am I to do?
I cannot go on confessing
A thing I don’t believe.

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