The Path

And when I started on the path

I thought I would gain a lot

But as I walked along

Almost alone

I found I lost

The little that I had got

What I have lost rankles

Sometimes

And I realize how I’ve been a fool

But walking is so much easier

Now

And it does feel cool.

Sometimes I sit by the wayside

Unsure of the path ahead

Some things feel heavy

In the heart

And the feet struggle

Wearied with lead

But as I lift a reluctant foot

And place it back on earth

The other one lifts of itself

And I begin to see its worth

I do not walk the path sometimes

But the path takes me on

And though eyelids tired

Of darkness begin to droop

I begin to see the breaking dawn

- rajyogi