Nope, no one ever said the path came with GPS, exit signs, or even points of interest markers. Sometimes you can’t even see the trees for the forest. The reverse is likewise true. Maybe that is why so many wisdom teachings coax us back to the breath. To stop and feel your breath. Seems like when we gift ourselves that gentle awareness, that subtle but oh so powerful pause, we don’t need the GPS, exist signs or points of interest markers. The trees are the forest. The forest is the trees.

Nope, could not stay on the mountain top. Had to make the long winding, narrow, and bumpy road back down the mountain. But I still had my breath. The vision would fade but not the breath. And with each breath, the mountain top filled my lungs. Back down the mountain. My work was waiting. Back down the mountain to breathe the vision, the path, the solace and stillness to all who were looking for their own trail. Inhaling gratitude. Exhaling Love. In the breath I remain fixed on the mountaintop and the world below.

O Divine, may my brain reel with thoughts of thee, 

May my heart thrill with the mysteries of thy grace,… 

…Give me a heart 

That I may pour it out in thanksgiving.

Give me life 

That I may spend it in working 

For the salvation of the world. ~ Ansari of Herat