Construction on Path

because each seeker constructs the path
with her feet, step by step
while the path unmakes itself behind. No turning back—
but there is returning.


and the best one is
your daily practice. But there's no free ride.
Sometimes you have to get out and push.


This is where the tunnel twists and dips
and you have to dive headfirst into the unknown.
Plenty of people have gone this way before
but I can't convince myself I won't get stuck
and suffocate.


the sound of the brazen hinges
on the gates massive as neutron stars
and hot as blue-white Sirius.
But here the remembering soul forgets itself—
forgets the doors are there
forgets the doors are.
THERE!

Note: This is a partially found poem. The text in the images is from signs currently posted on the Eastbank Esplanade.
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