You have passed through the gate
marked “no return”
And for you there is no going back
No going back to the security of
the known, familiar house,
To the well-worn dispensations
and the threadbare coverings.
Now you are out there in uncharted
heavy with threat and shadows not
The risks are high, and yet you
strike out boldly,
Guided only by unwavering conviction
And the longing for the true centre
of the land.
This is what it means to do a new
So, you travel lightly.
You are abandoned, given up in all
To the task that lies ahead.
Therefore, you may be exactly who
You have inhabited yourself,
You are at home,
And home is where you are,
Even if it is the desert.
No one can dispossess you of your own in-dwelling.
This is what it means to be free.
We stand, one foot upon the bridge,
Wondering if we too have the courage to go over
And strike the match behind us.
The Dream of Learning our True Name by Kathy Galloway
the woods aren’t green,
just tiny flakes of green
in their childish little hands,
soft and small.
Something larger than them
from deep down stirs,
exceeds itself in them.
Among those who dare
a new thing
God grant me
such ancient courage.
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