The pathless path

Groping in the darkness of mind, our presence sinks in murky quicksands of desire, spawned by ego, finding no peace in inanities … deaf to soul’s whispers. Simply shifting from head to heart, we halt the flow of thought, whence magnetism rises, birthing mists of bliss in heart by grace, that touched thus we … ascend in stillness. The path pathless, yet appears, when we so choose without excuse, to enter God’s heart unshod, mirrored in our own, sensed by soul in silence … transcending earth life.