the Way, the Truth, and the Life

You were there all along, Kept tucked away under layers, Preserved in damaged splendor Without defect other than naivety, Streams of idealistic thought Observing the Unseen within the seen, Hidden all this time while an Expedition in far country to find the lost Diverted focus from the closest possible Place to look, to seek, to find: Your chest. Within your chest. All along. Clear words pinned to your chest. Make up for what you will but there is No false sign when the heart leaps, A signal to the seeker there is much to Save from taking identity back. Swirling traps deflected and distorted, Preventing required efforts to Simply go where the trail marked a Return home for the chance to leave again, Knowing the distance created was your Own doing, wandering away from Sacred practices, rehearsed back to life just Prior to finding your archived heart.

A person may lose their voice, they may lose their way, but they cannot lose themselves. They travel with them always. A funny thing happened on my way towards re:re:re-self discovery. I took a peak into this original blog of mine. With a caricature formed in my head regarding this blog (my own blog!) during an incredibly critical transitional period of my life over the past 2 years, I only took a peak at a couple blog entries now and then. Some of the absolute last ones posted on here. But no further. In the interim, for extremely specific reasons, I decided to launch an entirely different blog . It's too much to lay out here and is besides the point, but the new blog was rooted in describing how much my focus on several critical issues had changed and the need to play catch up on a radically different life I had formed. When I would think about blogging in general over the past 2 years, I of course laughed with a 'that's so 00's' sentiment. There are alread...