At the Crossroads
A poem about going down to the crossroads...
The next task right after you thought you’d finished all your tasks, is to seek those relationships with men, with women, with yourself, with nature, with anyone and anything, that might offer you some clues to your soul work, and a glimpse of the transcendent through such great pain and even greater joy. Only then will you have arrived at a destination called Life, where the crossroads read Human and Holy, and where a bus is waiting to take you to that place you can repay all the favors with the heartfelt love you’ve found.
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