The Way

What if
the way
the truth
the life
was not some threadbare path
invisible to the naked eye
somewhere far away
and up high
something you have to work for
or something you have to buy?

What if the way was where you already are
waiting to be explored
waiting for you to take off your load
to bare, instead, a yoke so easy so light
like a bird suspended in flight?

What if the way was learning to let yourself choose life
to seek the guttural laughter
the ecstasy of lust in love
to let go of your inner judge
and just be
pure joy and pure glee?

What if this was the path that sets you free?

Painting by Erin Hanson