What is God but All,
The great Wholeness, our Shalom?
The root of Life’s tree.
You won’t be liked and that’s okay;
Embrace your true Self anyway.
One can’t account for ev’ry voice
Before they fin’lly make a choice.
Speak what words are on your heart,
Or hold your tongue (a sacred art).
Opt in and out just as you please;
Let no one make you ill at ease.
The world outside will always spin
It’s lies, but do not let them in.
Dress and speak and live your Light,
And guard your Peace with all your might.
As I eye the path ahead,
Not sure of where I’m being lead,
I recall it matters not,
And keep on walking, lost in thought.
The path will go where it will go,
And it is not for me to know.
This is the magic of the trail.
When all controlling efforts fail,
One is left to simply “do.”
Of life and hiking, this is true.