A Thousand Lines

          I defy the throes
of fate wresting away
                    my morrow,
                    I’m holding
          course for uncharted
          if ever I lose
sight of myself, I’ll fix 
                    my gaze into
                    the water—a 
          thousand lines etched
                                        in my face,
          each one a
wayfarer’s narrative 
                    of untrodden
                    passages only
          discernible by magnified
          for which my
dues are paid, and I’m
                    often seen
                    coming round
          this place, sheltered by
                                         the rocks,
          sounds of gulls
in symphony with dulse
          years ago younger than
                                        me aren’t anymore.


© Rob Taylor, 2020

“There is a distinction between individual growth and the common spiritual direction of the human species: the general and the particular. The general describes spiritual effort that attempts to induce changes to conditions outside the self, without any effort toward inner transformation. This approach is detrimental to the spiritual culture of the species. The particular effort recognizes that all strong spiritual movement ensues from first working inwardly, then outwardly.”

Taylor, Rob. The Irreducible Primary: A Dialogue on Nature, Spirituality, and the Human Condition (p. 51). Rob Taylor. Kindle Edition.