So often, we spend our time on clear paths...
paths cut by those who came before.
And most every clear path is maintained by
"What's Always Been"...in hope of permanence.
They are pruned and weed-whacked and...
Too often, devoid of any new growth.
New growth on yesterday's path...yesterday's words,
Just cannot be tolerated - Heresy!
And we sink our roots into that soil and breath in deeply...
And so it goes; or so it seems...to me.
Sometimes I wonder...and sometimes I wander;
About the world and onto a path not readily traveled.
And there I find the sprouts and buds of new birth...
And I have to ponder...before I swing my machete...
Who is it that asks for a clear path anyway?
Is it a me that my culture grew?
Is it a we that I lost an old game to?
Or...is it a mind that finds peace in re-runs?
Today is a new day...as they all are;
Will I travel the same route to the same places?
If I walk the clear path, then my destination is already known...
Perhaps...so thinks the mind of Mother Culture.
A safe and well lit path that gives what our mind seeks;
The Known - the equilibrium the brain seeks shelter beneath.
But what of that new growth?
What of those sprouts?
Seeking nourishment from our shared sun...
in this new day...this never before lived moment...
What do these sprouts of the new spring offer?
Should I listen? Should I dare to listen...and to see?
Or - do I heed the warnings of those who cling...
To yesterday's beliefs...to yesterday's promise?
Where does the true promise lie...is it a lie?
Where do I place my foot next - is it up to me?
And who is it I think is me? Is it we?
Into the virgin forest I will walk today,
And what I will find...will be; and perhaps...
The me that will see, will find what's never been seen.
Perhaps...maybe...
Wondering, wandering on or away from
The Clear Path...once again.
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