Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Your Own Path to Bliss

"Finally, Gawain, Arthur's nephew, stood up and said, "I propose a vow to this company, that we all go in quest of that Grail to behold it unveiled."
Now we come to the text that interested me. The text reads, "They thought it would be a disgrace to go forth in a group. Each entered the Forest Adventurous at that point which he himself had chosen, where it was darkest and there was no path."
You enter the forest at the darkest point, where there is no path. Where there's a way or a path, it is someone else's path; each human being is a unique phenomenon.
The idea is to find your own pathway to bliss." .........Joseph Campbell, Pathways to Bliss, pp.xxv-xxvi
I walk as though in an inebriated trance detached from conscious reality,
A domain of pure magic, a hypnotic state opposed to customary feel,
Though my eyes wide open, a translucent veil wraps my visual faculty,
Eerie sounds, a chaotic mix, the subtly modulated tone of wind's squeal,
As it manoeuvres the serrated web of timber over eons intricate grown,
Hovering bees and beetles providing a rhythm through their steady drone.

Birds rejoice the creeping shafts of morning light with their chirpy tenor,
Partaking the condensed dew drops pure, quenching the thirst nocturnal,
Fluttering multihued wings among the foliage, a glistening tapestry render,
Undulating canopy superb, woven in synchronous flight, a form external,
A kaleidoscopic view, a magical transportation to a dimension yet unseen,
My heart longs for return to a terrain, a grounded reality and familiar scene.

Like Arthur's  valiant knight vowed to take a lone path into the forest dark,
To seek and unveil the Holy Grail, me thought is this that ethereal dominion,
To perception so unreal, an alluring shroud on a  deceptive task embark,
Sensation of touch can never be fooled hence my fingers seek true opinion.
 Awareness of a silken veneer the clinging moss, on the trees, a verdant coat,
Sure feel of an objective reality, my fears fade as familiar environs I note.
Rays of early morning Sun, the hanging mist in steady gait slowly evaporate,
The whining wind abated calms down to a cool breeze fresh upon every leaf,
Healing act to all within the forest a caring embrace in a process elaborate,
Nurturing all species in every step from delicate birth to an impending relief,
An ecosystem self sustaining fed by the warmth of the ever benevolent Sun,
Drenched by the life giving moisture, your ageless web of sustenance spun.

As I stand in mute witness, numbed by the enthralling variety and flavour,
To the surface of my  waking consciousness, sudden awareness dawns,
Extricated by a celestial force, perhaps a worthy choice, for intended favour
Deep mystery to reveal within my soul, among these ferns and fawns
A holy presence I felt, is this the unveiling I set out on a quest ardent,
One's inner state of purity is the Grail unveiled, as eternal bliss resplendent.

Love to you all

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