On this mountain we’re all roped together,
if one should fall it pulls against another:
anyone can miss their step and stumble,
it’s natural to watch out for each other.
I’ve noticed, while I’m pushing for the summit,
the danger isn’t ever slipping back –
what I thought I’d lost tells me bluntly
that’s a foothold I never fully had.
Nothing really harms the Great Endeavour,
wounded pride can tell me something more;
nothing really counts except the truth,
it never was a case of keeping score.
There’s times when going forward feels downhill
and times when I feel stuck in pointlessness,
the fire I always trusted to propel me
dwindles to a smouldering heap of ash.
On this testing path it’s truth that feeds you,
running low you know you’ve strayed off course.
Being in this game speaks of connection,
connection’s how to get back on your horse.
None of us can do it for another,
we trust that one day time will ring its bell,
till that hour we hold our breath and wait,
silently mouthing: “Wish you well”.
The spiritual path: it’s a group affair, we’re connected, we’re on the same train… and it’s each of us… are we one, or many?
A poem on my path, included in my book of the Path in verse, START HERE – The Path to Awakening
Verses of Five 