The Mist-Filled Path

There is a mist filled path I walk,

Its pattern wends along the hills.

I know not where nor whence it goes -

Yet it’s the path that I chose.

Oh this path of mystic spirals!

Formed of mist and dew and rain,

I trace the pattern as I walk -

And it takes away my pain.

With my feet I trod the valleys,

With my voice, give rise to song!

With my hands I trace the symbols -

And try to see what’s right and wrong.

No, I know not whence I go -

I only know where I have been.

And I have done and I have seen,

so much that is beyond my ken.

No mortal eyes may see it all,

no living hands may hold.

Your mortal soul may be torn asunder

This the warning that I've been told

And still I walk this mist filled path

No fear may touch my soul.

For though it yet may tear me apart

It might also make me whole...