How else can you find joy in a joyless place
Except by realizing you are not there?
— From A Course in Miracles, received by Helen Schucman
Paths cross
In shadow
And light
In love
And hate
As we stumble
Blindly
Toward the edges
Never knowing what lies
Ahead
Always fearful
Always scarred
Always asking
Why
There is little
If any
Happiness
To be found
Here on earth
Whether alone
Or with someone
By your side
You will still suffer
You will still doubt
You will still want to die
On your bad days
Each of us takes his
Own journey
Even in the arms of
Another
The dance is the joining of
Sorrow and hope
At the alter of illusion
