So many different roads,
and I want to choose –
none of them.
The crossroads cause so much stress to souls unable to find,
or cling onto,
their centre.
I have found that balanced state,
so I sit still while all these different roads
turn the world upside down,
trying to get my attention.
I, like a well-mannered lady,
am not affected
or bedazzled
by empty roads
and their empty promises.
Emptiness I do not mind,
if it comes with silence,
anchored in wisdom and understanding.
But these restless roads that haven’t found themselves
or their own way
are not something that could entice me.
That could move me.
Only a delicate road
with absolute knowing of itself
could do that.
That road is not something I will take,
but we will harmonize.
I will become steps,
she will refuse to be used as a path.
The road and I, together,
we will become a way of life.
Spirit of Tara 