From the Mind’s Eye to The Dinner Table is far longer than what can be imagined, A whole host of foolish steps and chosen dead ends litter our Pathway yet like a career, the cartwheels do make their impression and though it is the path least followed it has left its mark.
Interesting metaphor about the spiritual journey. Would like to know about the mark that has been left.
Afraid I am less poetic and more of a pragmatist in matters of the spirit. This erratic journey seems to be more about an erosion of earlier life-gained notions for a simplified existence of inner awareness. Hard to keep the ubiquitous, worldly influences at bay, though.