Fade to Way

(Written July 8, 2009. The various facets of myself are constantly competing, and I quite often begin walking a distinct path only to get distracted and crossover onto another. Sometimes I need a reminder that, ultimately, what I'm searching for is so easily realized when I let go and let the path unfold before me.)

My way is wary,
curving, winding,
never finding end.
Never good timing.
No remembrance of beginning,
no surrender to giving in.
No recognition of the win.

I pretend like it doesn't matter
that my way is tormented
by pitter patter
of the rain.
My way is hardly sane.
It avoids and denies change
yet it changes all the same.

My way fades away
when mind finally rests
and puts silence to the test.
And then I'm at my best.
I ask the quest about the mark
of a true skeptic, of a sage,
and it answered only with gravel
unpaved, showing the way.

I fade away when I fade to way.
I shape thoughts by sounds of day.
I pray darkness never finds light
because I find acceptance the only way.
I fade to way when my mind stays
comfortable with how things may
so easily drift away.
To find self, I fade to way.