The search for wisdom brings out the mystic in all of us.
There are many paths to follow.
At times we find ourselves ascending the mountain heights where the panoramic vista is illuminated before us; the steps ahead easy and obvious.
At other times...
we are enclosed in cavernous depths where there is only a faint glimmer to illumine the dank, jagged space around us.
Diamonds are found in such places.
Who would not trade a month of sunlight for a sizable gem?
In the darkness we are apt to stumble over and curse the obstacle which is the very treasure we seek.
As we allow the light to permeate our confusion we must pity our own efforts.
And whether we find respite in laughter or in tears we know we must bear on.
For me, the most treacherous journeys have been the parts of the path that lead within my very own self.
SHADOWS lay across the path that, like black holes of galactic lore, seem to have the power to pull, to consume, to obliterate even the light itself.
By attempting to avoid these shadow places I have often lost the path.
Passing through them is the only way to reach the light on the other side.
Waiting. Dormant waiting.
Knowing, through a barrage of doubts, that I will emerge from the darkness.
The path that leads within.
Harrowing.
Hallowed.
It is a sacred journey that gradually becomes less difficult.
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