Our first connection to transformation
cannot be predicted. We may imagine
the what, when, where, and how, but
we must bide for its reality to dawn.
When we go about the business of
minding the millions of details
surrounding each moment, the
miracle gathers itself from
the fragments of love sown
about our feet. The path, blazing
with golden light (if only we could see!),
grows up around us; perhaps we
grope along, yet each step
makes the next appear.
There is no fanfare, no one may
notice, then, we emerge from
the darkness to find our Self –
knowing which way to go.