This is a journey of a thousand miles
the route whose map is written on your bones
this is the path we call the road of trials.
What do you seek-- the sources of the Nile,
yourself, perhaps, or philosophic stone?
Then make a journey of a thousand miles:
pass by the stony cliffs of self-denial
and swim the doubting ocean's bitter foam.
These are the first steps on the road of trials.
You're lost; you're irretreivably defiled.
You can't go any further, all alone
you don't think you can walk a thousand miles
so ask for help; be as a little child.
The Guide will come; the Guide will hear your groan.
"Why must we suffer through the road of trials?"
you ask in anguish; but the Guide just smiles.
"It's not a journey, it's just coming home
upon the journey of a thousand miles
upon the path we call the road of trials."
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Road Of Trials
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poetry,
villanelle
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