Follow the scent that wafts
from your inmost depths.
Subtle, yes, most faint–
imperceptible to the point of sheer imagining.
Follow the scent that wafts
from the inmost chamber of your heart.
It is as sweetest incense
burning secretly in the Holy of Holies.
Follow the inner traces,
etched like pale patterns
on the glassy ice–so hard to construe!
Only that inmost door of perception–
the heart–
will yield in you such knowledge which you desire.
Such desiring is your own inner knowing–
your divine birthright.
Go there oft and lay down your
outer senses in sacrifice to the inner compass–
the guide upon the way–
thine own True Self.
Follow the scent
and your inner truth emerges.
If the scent betray you and lead you
into a dead-end, then what?
Is that delusion,
or have you misconstrued your faith
and hence fallen into error?
The inner refinement,
the inner senses take a certain amount of time to
develop and strengthen.
Trust in the inevitable nature of Love.
Keep surrendering,
deepening, drinking–
slaking the thirst through the living waters.
Hold fast to this Love,
as to a raft in a fast moving river flow;
it presents your best chance,
your highest goal in striving,
your inward salvation.
So what is the fear?
Do you fear this Truth is too marvelous to bear?
Too blinding to endure?
Consider such fear,
and in what is it based?
Or is it indeed baseless?
Therein, indeed, lies
the essence of delusion.
Root it out at all cost,
lest it trip up your faith in the dark.
Pax vobiscum
