The Path - re-post

The Path

For three months I've found myself at your doorway almost every morning.

The first few times I arrived, it was just to sneak a tentative peek inside.

Perhaps a casual glance around a corner into the dense mist.

The more my eyes took in, the clearer I could see.  Stone fireflies?

The faint glimmer brightens and what shines through almost takes my breath away.

Those were not the mere shapes of statues there.

In this garden of words, they are bits of their souls,

Flung from within to be taken up by the illusive stranger

Where it struts past the mind, to be held to the heart with a sigh.

I came again this morning to find more creatures reaching for me.

And within this garden I found my own.

Chains crumbling, burdens lifting, spirit rising,

Remembering its own depth, desire and comfort.

It fills my soul with a kind of quiet thoughtful peace.