March 12-B, 2023

I am proud of what 
my life has done with me,
and of the role I played
in assisting that happening,
without knowing what I was doing
beyond trusting myself
to what needed to be done
in the service of ends 
I could not imagine.

At every turning point,
the way was obvious
and I trusted myself to it
beyond all reason and fear,
and here I am,
"talking" to you,
whom I never would have met
if I pushed and shoved
in favor of what I Should Have Done
at any point along the way.

The way our life Should go
is not the way we think it Should go.
Trusting ourselves to the going
and picking up what we need
for the journey
without knowing we are on a journey
is the way it works
when we cooperate with the working
without a clue about what we are doing
by merely being present
with what is present with us here/now.

It unfolds according to its own needs,
carrying us along with it.
To think there is a plan
with stages,
and musts,
and oughts,
and a strict timetable
for being at certain places
at certain times
and we must do it Right
or go to hell,
misses the importance of hellish places
in our life,
where things are gleaned
and learned,
seen, known, understood
that are essential for the journey
when there doesn't appear to be a journey,
and we have to go through hell
to get where we are going,
which is no place at all,
only the experience
of being at one 
with forces quite beyond us,
having a good time with us,
watching us piece things together,
one decision/choice/realization
at a time.

Hatching what we do not know
beyond knowing what must be done here/now
all along the way that is The Way
from one here/now to the next.

The people who live by some book,
any book, miss the magic
and the mystery
concealed in the wonder
of life and being.

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