When I was in Hawaii, I could see across a lava field the indentation made by the bare feet of the Hawaiians as they went back and forth to their sacred site. It reminded me how the soul moves back and froth from the inner world to the outer world in meditation and in every day life.
The Soul's Path
The Soul says I’m here, ask me.
I am here, invite me.
Please, let me into your life.
The dark stone path
leads inward and outward.
Wear down these stones
with soft naked feet,
treading softly or forcefully
to places known and unfathomable.
The sirens of my outer life
seduce me, hold me hostage,
locked in chains of things to do.
The path is struck - you know the way.
in warm bubbling pools of light
with fragrances of things
so deep in memory but never forgotten.
Completely asleep and
the cauldron opens
where the two worlds reside.
Spirit desires to be in the world,
unbending intent to influence.
It does not want new eyes
green with unknowing to blindly
all that has gone on before.
Change and evolution need
the eye of an eagle
to help secure the outcome.
The world too parched and efficient
hungers for the food of soul.
In the heartland the Muses imbue our lives.
The nine daughters of Zeus
unwind us and open floodgates
to anchor us with mobile grace.
Thread reaches out into the web
to connect or to repair the tear.
The resolve is not in the hands of God
but in the fists of those who hear
the voice that beckons.
Hearts open and the Soul
soars with opportunity.
The Soul delighted as beast of burden.
Let me take life on.
All on, preferred to dark,
empty, endless sleep.