show me the way

Beseechingly, I urge; body, mind, soul, but one of you, show me the way.

Ephemeral quests for It – mastery of movement, mastery of knowledge, mastery of love.

Lucidity; a nobler quest.

To speak, to act, to think, to feel with equanimity, uninhibited, really there; questless.

But it is my roving body who has boarded these holy crusades.

Jaded, the cause of so much joy.

But it is my ruminating mind who has heralded these hallowed thoughts.

Jaded, the cause of so much joy.

But it is my sentimental soul who has inspirited these tender passions.

Jaded, the cause of so much joy.

Integrate and show me the way. But never lead me to It.

Show me the way. I’ll never get to It?

And that’s ok.

That’s ok?