We had history. She introduced
me to the path
that I lived for thirty years,
a teaching torn from
the ancient past by a
clever man who put two
and two together and
created his own teaching
and line of spiritual
masters to prove to the world
that he was no fool; but
despite all the gems of
precious wisdom that he
purloined from sacred
texts, the fallacy of his
teaching became too much
to bear, and I had to walk
away, as did the lady who
called me from her winter home
in Florida, once
again, probing me on my
knowledge of another
path that she was
exploring; and I replied, “It’s all
so simple. Why do they always
complicate it? It’s
not a mystery. Life just
is. Live your life, enjoy
your family, your friends,
be a good person; that’s
it. That’s the path that
all paths lead to,” and she
laughed at the simplicity,
relieved of the terrible
responsibility of exploring
another path to
satisfy the longing in her
soul.
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