No path

Is no path that will take you where

You are going, no path to lead you

To your home, No beaten track

Blazed out for you, no dusted prints.

No narrow line to follow up the defile

No trickling steps cut into the turf.

Instead there is the course you chart

The wild unreckoning that come beyond

The end. That place where the track

Becomes a hesitant silence, a fading

Shadow at the end of where you should be

And the beginning of where you are going.

Is no guide at the edge of your world

Where the maps go black and the voices still

Is no up, no down, no there and no here

But the wild source beating in your heart

And so you shrug and you go, beyond,

Vanish past the edge of sense and sorrow.

Is no path, no guide, no in no out

Just beyond the towering peaks of the mind

Of a life barely dreamed, scarcely imagined

And not yet set foot upon, not yet.