Pilgrim in Process

 

 

It's a season of transition

and you're on the move again

on a path toward something you cannot disown;

Searching for your being in the labyrinths of heart

and sensing all the while you're not alone.

 

Yes, you seem to keep on changing

for the better and the worse

and you dream about

the shrines you've yet to find;

And you recognize your longing

as a blessing and a curse

while you puzzle at the prisons of your mind.

 

For as much as you seek freedom

from your agonies and fears

and as often as you've tried to see the light,

There is still a trembling terror

that your liberation nears

as you struggle with the edges of your night.

 

For your Reason is a skeptic

and rejects what it desires,

playing hard to get with miracles and signs;

Till a Witness gains momentum

and emerges from within

To disclose the patterns well above the lines.

Then a window has been opened

and you've let yourself observe

how the fabric of your Being lies in wait;

And you want to scream in anger

and you want to cry for joy

And you worry that it still may be too late.

 

For the roller coaster plummets

with a force that drives you sane

as you tightly grasp for truths that will abide;

Never fully understanding

that your need to feel secure

Is the very thing that keeps you on the ride.

 

You survive the oscillations

and begin to sense their role

In a process whose direction is more clear

And you marvel as your balance point

becomes a frequent home,

and your lifelong destination feels like "here."

 

So with gentleness and wonder,

with questions and with quests

You continue on the path that is your way;

Knowing now that you have touched upon

the shores of inner life,

and excursions deeper can't be far away.

There will be so many moments

when an old view seems so strong

and you question whether you can really change;

And yet, from deep within you,

there's a sense of more to come

and your old view is the one

that now seems strange.

 

Take good care, my friend, and listen

to the whispers of your heart

as it beats its precious rhythm through your days;

My warm thoughts and hopes are with you

on your journeys

through it all . . .

and the paths of life in process find their ways.

 

Do be gentle, Process Pilgrim;

learn to trust that trust is dear,

and the same is true of laughter and of rest;

Please remember

that the living is a loving in itself,