Truth is a pathless land
The teacher said.

Pathless, he said.

I am holding a
Hagstrom

Marveling at the intersections

Of this path
With that one
And how these several paths
Run like veins,
Feeding the life of this place

Thinking how much like our lives
This is

How meaning derives
From our meeting and touching

How meaning derives from a belief

That

Contact

Is

Good.

But truth is a pathless land.

So the man said

And I become curious
About that secret wilderness

Between you and me.

Oh, yes indeed.

I am curious.

(The teacher: Jiddu Krishnamurti)