Go your own way.
Straight,
narrow,
the path I walk along.
Winding,
woozy,
the tracks I leave in the snow.
I thought my life was the path.
I see my life is the tracks.
No one saves us but ourselves.
No one can and no one may.
We ourselves must walk the path.
~ Buddha
Brian is a poet and graphic designer devoted to finding deeper meaning and beauty through living a spiritual life in community with others. He lives in Dayton, Ohio and practices writing poetry daily. Whenever possible he comes together with others seeking understanding through honesty and personal contemplation.
