Pathway

A year will pass, and you are born –
One year more to find the Truth.
“You, fool, not that way!” – others scorn,
Convincing you of their sooth.

All you have now – it is your Road:
It leads, like others, to the Gates.
And everyone picks out a load
And does one’s best to pass through Fates.

There are some stones on the path –
Too ancient, mossy, full the signs.
One says “Love’s stronger than one’s death:
Make up your mind, chose and align”.

The second stone, with cracks like wrinkles…
what's spelled jn it made me confused:
“Love is above the clouds and twinkles
T’ light up your way – not to be used”.

I saw the third through tears welling;
And it was huge like a great fort,
And underside one finds a spelling:
“Love never holds; Love’s a support.

“Love is a Light, Love is the Flight –
Attempts to catch it run the rocks.
Love is our Lord whose burden’s light;
Love fills with Joy and never shocks”.

 I gained the stones to share with people,
But everybody has his owns!
And I was said: “It’s very simple!
Stay silent and collect your stones”.

We, being proud of deeds of worth,
Among the tare are losing a corn:
Our path is not to give a birth;
It is a pathway to be born.