Journeying Hearts

to every corner beg

to come before

salvation. In the warm

encounter of a dreamy state

we’ve often glimpsed

the majesty of love.

Together - a tribe

of living-dead

before their queen -

mesmerized climbing 

to the source of light – and after

Hero’s Journey

they are turned away

to find their own.

Who am I? You’ve asked.

What breath, what scent,

has carried me thus far?

Why do I come? Leave all

the world behind

for this obsession?

To know is not the goal

To die is not the goal

To have is not the goal

Pointing the way is the fear.

Pointing the way are a thousand books

and teachers. Forget them!

It is The Secret

itself calling you

to be, to go beyond -

to the tiny speck of absolute

that lives

not

truth or sorrow, all the while,

allowing it to be -

that savior all the world

has known - has waited

for return. You

are savior now.

You’ve known but have not

trusted. The journeying heart

has always been

the cradle of conception.