The Narrowed Way

When gleamed line and luster pulls at the edge of our sense, its feigned glow bathes our belief in security: we look for safety in its idea. Nothing exists without thought, no bridge, no smile, not even a star, and once an event has been born into life, the human mind thinks it a mirror, placing itself within a promise, as easily as a gleeful child sees a toy etched upon the surface of a cloud. But I must lift my projections from the forms before me. My task is to see all things clearly, to see myself and step along the narrowed way. Just as the wind whistling in the ear is dispelled by the slightest turn of the head, so too, does the careful mind remember the soul. Living in truth means living a life on the note of extreme internal honesty. I must keep asking what is real, and if I feel that something is missing, I will go into nothingness, and wait.