My Lord God,
I have no idea where I am going.
I do not see the road ahead of me.
I cannot know for certain where it will end.*
Oh, beauty before me, beauty behind me,
beauty to the right of me, beauty to the left of me,
beauty above me, beauty below me,
I’m on the pollen path.**
We must find our pollen path:
‘Pollen is the life source. The pollen path is the path to the centre.’^
Joseph Campbell’s closing words in The Power of Myth assert:
What is this pollen path that connects our small stories to the greater story – given to us by those who have gone before, left by us to those who will follow?
A not so eloquent way of putting this is, we want to live in the zone. We know what this means, this being fully engaged. And the wonder is, it means something different to every one of us.
It’s also hard work to get here, every day, which is why the pollen path though beautiful is difficult to find each day. Difficult, but not impossible. The apostle Paul looked back on his life then wrote about having fought the fight, finished the race, kept the faith. That’s how it feels, whether we’re religious or not: a battle, a race, our faith.
Keep coming to your pollen path: Eden is.
(*Thomas Merton, quoted in the Northumbria Community‘s Morning Prayer.)
(**Navaho saying, quoted in Joseph Campbell and Bill Moyers’ The Power of Myth.)
(^Joseph Campbell, from Joseph Campbell and Bill Moyers’ The Power of Myth.)