that's the way

The scattershot approach may work for some,

and if heart's delight 

be to move

up down left right

simultaneously,

by all means:

we're perfectly free.

For those (like me)

who's chest-pumps

would seem

to be filled

with a straight-on

desire to dream,

know this:

wish, trust, be.

Desire arises,

seeks to be met.

Too often projected:

we go grab a net

and run mad through the streets

pursuing our dream -

too well do we know 

the old

'get-rich-quick' scheme.

Give it up!

(In the sense of surrender.)

You'll never be a contender

for the heavyweight championship

of anything but you,

so forget all that shit...

THERE'S NOTHING TO DO.

No 'way' tried and true,

no one recipe:

the only way to find what you need

is relax and just be.

"But be what?"

demands ego, so used to control:

"There must be some something,

some ultimate goal!"

Nope! Decrees love,

the only true thing:

you get NOTHING from life,

except what YOU bring.

Whatever you carry 

from the well of your soul,

and share with the world...

right there, THAT'S your gold.

There's your riches, 

your wealth,

your fame 

and your health.

There's the only thing left

when the body seeks death,

the only true test of:

"Did I give it my best?"

Everything else, all the rest?

Drivel. Don't mess with that mess.

The well of your soul 

is your only real goal,

don't you let ANYTHING

else play that role.

I suggest walking, and sitting, 

and play.

I suggest stillness AND movement, 

each day.

I suggest friendship, and romance, and food - 

I suggest hunger, and lonesome solitude.

Try everything, see what works,

and know it will change.

Carve years of your life

just finding a way

to that wellspring inside,

celebrate! Shout "Hooray!"

Then fill up your buckets, turn back, walk away:

go deliver the goods to your family,

and pray:

say thank you to YOU,

for guiding you in -

say "Game on!"

'cuz it probably 

feels like a win.

Then patiently watch

subtle movements of self,

enlarge all your buckets,

care for your health.

Prepare for trek 2,

and know it will come,

guaranteed that indeed

there's much much more fun

to be had in the wilds

of bushland inside,

to be found along bumpy

self-inquiry ride.

Don't seek the same way,

the route will have changed.

Don't attempt to make sense,

that's a whole different game.

What you're playing here now

is some quite new, 

so the next time you're asked

what it is that you do,

you may tell them, in truth:

"I BE what I love,

I've no need to 'do.'

I am what I am,

the end.

...How 'bout you?"