Where Was I Heading ?

It is easy to get lost in non-dual practices,
Even the masters, your masters, are lost

Or

It is a great grace to know you’re lost in non-dual practices,
Being lost, seeing myself as lost,
is a great grace,

I am infinitely grateful for the light cast on my way,
On my steps out of the way.
In me, with eyes bathed,
Someone holds the light

Light radiates from the depths of Being,
Where was I going like this ?
In what obscure land would I have one more time planted my flag ?

This light, how could I choose not to see it ?
What dull ignorance had I thus disguised with shrewdness and bravery ?
I would have surely died there,

Today, I see it.

Franck – July 2023
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