I Walked A Path, And Faded Into It Poem by Chuy Amante

I walk a path
with no feet
in fact there is no trail.

Lonely some ask?
I knew a broader ass-fault Highway
until seeing how low it was.

Eye spotted a distant gate
peculiar, it was so narrow.

I had to shed my backpack
of beliefs, drop all my clothes
even lose a pound or two of flesh,
but I was drawn there and pulled
in by unseen love.

Once inside
oddly I went blind and only could
follow my gut.

No maps, no worn out path to follow.
I followed feel, fragrance and
a subtle pull as if magnetic.

The further I ventured
the more beauteous it became,
we became,
for I faded into the scenery
and became part of its holy essence.
Hard to fathom, I was it, it was me

There was no clock
it IS Eternity
and it IS NOW