The Abandonment of Rules
Just on the other side, the path disintegrates.
The clear border fences stop
and you are forced to face the chaos
without the clarity of those who have gone before you,
forced to fall back on your ancient teaching
of sunfall and internal compasses,
trusting the lichen on trees and sharp shadows
to lead you, if not to your destination,
at least to safety
About this poem
So much of where we are today is unexplored territory. Day to day choices that change with the unstable mix of virus, politics, and anger. We have no path through this. There are few rules that stand.
But we do have principles. And if they are true, they will lead us through. This is when we fall on our faith.
Be well. Travel wisely,