The Still, Soft Voice

If you don't follow your Heart,
You'll end up in the voluntary prison,
Of another's path.

You'll pour your unique Blossoming,
Into the Experience and interpretation,
Of one long dead.

Or so you will think.
For in truth, the words of the one long dead,
Will most likely have long been lost.

Altered over time by those who followed,
And thought “about” an Experience,
Which was not their own.

Or altered by followers whose Experience,
Though a Blossoming unique from the founder's,
Was poured like new wine into the old bottle.

Walk any path, if you're Heart moves you.
Love and revere teachings and teachers.
But Revere, above all, the still, soft voice…

Of your own Heart.