The Pathless Path

The pathless path needs surrender and so there are no threads to weave, save beholding life in wonder, as grace in-pours, which we receive. Both fears and desires disabled, our soul’s free, when ego begs leave; pure hearts become love enabled, as grace in-pours, which we receive. Desires ebb, we turn a new leaf, vibrant thus with no grief to heave, bliss drenched, flowing in tranquil peace, as grace in-pours, which we receive. Oh hermit, it’s easy to see, when illusions cease to deceive, ‘I’ in us rests, all becomes ‘we’, as grace in-pours, which we receive.