The Path of the Idiot


Any Friend capable of “noticing”
Dissolves effortlessly in their tea.
One either “catches it”,
Or doesn't.


I want nothing to do with “spirituality”,
With sitting around talking endlessly about it.

I would never say that others should not do so.
Everyone must follow their Heart.

All is as God wills it.

I, alas, am simply not interested.
And so I stay Here.

If someone comes,
They are welcomed.

If they leave,
They are followed by Love.

The Heart is untouched, unmoved,
By comings and goings.

But touches and moves,
Through the power of its Love.

There's no sign on the door,
Announcing anything.

One must simply wander by,
And… notice.

Then, two friends take tea and chat,
But not about “spirituality”.

Any friend capable of “noticing”,
Dissolves effortlessly in their tea.

There is no need to talk “about”,
No need to “know” or “understand”,

To make a “thing” of This,
Seems to me, profane.

This is the Ancient Way,
The Pathless Path.

Not better or worse,
But just as it is.

One “catches” it,
Or doesn't.