Along the Way

This Way is so vast I never realized I was on it for most of my life.  I thought I had to choose to go on a pilgrimage, or choose to meditate, or seek out those inner thoughts by doing something conscious and special.

I never realized I was on the Way from the moment I was conceived, that every step is a pilgrimage and every breath a meditation.  I may be able to seek out some thoughts but those very innermost ones are preset along the way.  They simply don’t show up until the time is right.

The things I carry?  Sometimes they seem heavier than other times, but it is all perspective.  The heaviest one of all is only a feather on the breath of time.  Seen from eternity it has almost no meaning at all. 

And the faces along the way?  They are all one face – my own – looking back at me, wondering if I can love them just the way they are?  One by one they come to walk beside me, mirroring my thoughts, my feelings, my fears and loves, offering me an opportunity to grow, to pick them up and carry them so close to my heart that I don’t know where they end and I begin.

I suppose when my arms are too full, when my feet cannot take another step because of the size of my heart, when I am immersed in all that I am, it will be time to rest, but I wonder how that will happen?

Will the Way end?  Will I rise above it or become part of it, or will I discover that I am what I always have been and nothing really changes at all?