I wrote the following poem whilst doing the ten-day dieta mentioned in my last blogpost.
The poem is dedicated to two Maestros and adept guides of the path – Maestro PapaG. and Maestro PapaM. They both have my (and others) deep gratitude.
This path is hard, flint-like, set up for stumbling and bliss,
Fashioned to the demands and complex meanderings of Madre Ayahuasca.
This path, at different times, is mountainous, boggy, frightening, exhilarating, vertiginous.
This path can run long distances over flat plateaus with no break visible,
Then plunge into deep, lush wooded valleys.
Whoever said this path was a short cut to illumination
Had no idea of the map of this rugged land.
As Chairman Mao said: “The journey of one thousand miles begins with a single step”.
Poco a poco. Step-by-step.
This path, like all good paths,
Needs dedication, strength, compassion and patience,
As our ideas of the path are constantly shattered by the reality of the encounter.
In this path, there is not so much hiding.
Of course, we can deny, obfuscate, rationalize and evade.
Nothing can stop that – we are only human.
And there is always ignorance.
This path has its perils and its helpers.
Also fake guides and false prophets.
Guides are helpful of course.
But how to find one when the only real wisdom comes from within.