they say, you must focus
on one point. The mind wanders
so you come back to that point
again and again.
The attention can be hazy and amorphous,
like a world of mist hovering above the sea
at dawn. But it can also be crisp
and unwavering, like the midday sun
piercing through a canopy of leaves
to warm your face.
In life, too, we have one point
upon which to focus. The first
essay I wrote was on the subject of worker bees.
Age seven. Toward the end of the piece, I noted
that bees are born knowing their job and where they belong
within the hive. My young self then turned to the reader and reflected
upon the notion that I was, at that stage of life, unsure
of what my job was and where I belonged
in this hive of a world.
But I did know.
We all know. Just like bees,
just like all living beings, we are born
with a unique, cosmic, True dharma. This is a path
laid out for us before the moment of conception,
and a path we must remain focused on. Just like in meditation,
we may stray from it and step outside the lines
of our purpose here on Earth, but it is our duty
to listen, to know, to come back, and to act.
To know, we must travel
from head to heart. When we arrive,
the path is illuminated. Maybe all at once,
maybe little by little. Even if we are unsure
as to what exact steps to take, what moves to make,
it is better to walk your path with a messy, clumsy, but honest gait
than to walk someone else’s perfectly.
What does it mean to you– to step fiercely,
one foot ahead of the other, led by some strange
but real pull along your path
in this journey
we call life?