Photo from Mazie Lane & Bob O'Hearn Album
The Way is pathless. In God's big sky there are no paths. Yet everyone is hanging around in the one Heart looking for a way in. Sometimes I feel as Groucho Marx, when he said, "Any club that accepts me is probably not worth joining..."
Fact is, you are worthy to tread No-Path. No path can ever compensate for your total uniqueness. The Path of another is not your Path. Yet, here is the paradox. Every Path, likewise, is your Path also. A Path is like the tracks a mother turtle makes in the sand on her slow way back to the ocean. Soon the sea will wash away her labor and toil; but before she is free, she must enter the way of the Path. First she must give birth again to her meaning.
For a while, most of us must conspire together, to seek. To seek our meaning. This word -- conspire. It is deep. It means to breathe together. To inspire the spirit of love in us. First there must be the awareness of the universal face of love; and so we seek together.
All paths have within them signs: way-marks and certain routes. The symbols and the practices, the rituals and the form, are not the Path. Never choose a Path that has signs proclaiming: "Keep off the grass."
It must be said that if we are a seekers, we are already on a slippery slope, for there is no path to Truth but our own. The act of seeking, itself, is a form of displacement activity. We can play cards in God's waiting room so intensely that we forget that the train has arrived.
We are all pushing on an open door. Creating a Path in an Ocean, and looking for water. A Path has meaning when it is let go of. Before then it is a rite of passage, an initiation into God's open secret.
Following a Path is an acknowledgment of our own resistance. This is not to say that Paths are unnecessary. A Way is often the only way for most of us, until we understand that a bird can fly without making a path in the sky. It makes its own path by allowing its freedom to guide it.
Path or no-Path, we all have within us the beginning and the end, the Alpha and the Omega. A mother pushes her child into the world; and the child cries, and starts pushing against God's womb in a million ways, until it finds its own birth.
We may need to conspire to aspire; yet when it is easier to fly than walk, it is time to be our own Path. On land the turtle is clumsy and pushes with all her might to forge her way. Yet in the ocean -- see how she flies.