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The Fool's Path

There is joy in letting go,

Surrendering boundaries to the deeps:

Sinking far down into Ocean.

My breath expelled,

Drinking in the clear blue liquid;

There is joy in embracing the mad path of the fool.

Over the edge,

Falling down towards rocks too beautiful to count;

There is a way, divine,

That threads it’s needle, fine,

Before my eyes in yellow light.

I take my stand among the angels,

Witness as one, and then another;

Cross the threshold to this sacred land,

And in their beauty, washed:

All the soil and masks washed right away

Revealing only light.

It is for this moment I have been waiting

All my life.

I take their hand,

And, joyful,

Look

Into eyes that recognize:

I have watched them always

Never doubting their magnificence.

I have been there all their life.

No remembrance

As sweet as this!