Self-knowledge

Moving through the unending forest

Where thoughts grow

I must watch where I step

Or trip and fall

Over the hidden roots

Of thoughts planted

Long before I became aware of the forest.

Yes.

There are other ways to travel.

I could follow the trail of stillness

Until I take flight

To rise above it all.

The roots won’t get me,

But I must now watch out for branches.

Entering further

Into the dark depths

Of the Self,

All around

I see

The jagged edges,

The murky ground,

And the broken might

Of my inner world.

Now, bruised, dirty, and limping,

I embrace the light

This darkness brings.

What lies active and true,

But suppressed,

In the bosom of the Soul,

Will one day

Burn down the walls in the mind

To find expression.

Wait on that day.

Or choose now

To set the contents of your Soul free.

Back,

Back,

Within myself.

Like entering the deepest depths

Of a tunnel

While facing the one light of many worlds.

Coming to rest,

Yes,

In a new home that has claimed me as its own

Somewhere between

Seeing the Light

And being embraced by the Dark.

At home now,

In the shadowy depths of the Self.

Till the ground of the mind,

Examine the seed of all thoughts.

Nourish their growth,

Uproot them,

Cut them down,

Ignore them.

All these choices are

In the hands of Stillness,

The master gardener.