My Own Dark Woods

My own dark woods: 

lost in my own dark woods, Dante's journey of the soul found real and certain of a struggle, lost, and this place too is full of sin, every mark I've ever missed and now second guess my choices. Dark woods indeed, I wander. 

yet, I'm not ill equipped for this journey - I've journeyed these woods before and now find that perhaps I'm my own best light for navigation, and that very often to be lost is simply the only place to really find out where I am, comfortable in both dark woods and the light upon the edge. It's all true wilderness, mystery's landscape of soul, mind, and too be lost here is no surprise. 

to be found lost is a telling line, and with that my navigation turns more from journey to familiar wander, there's no seeking for an exist from these woods, no demand for friendlier terrain. I am found lost, here, with each step providing a map of my existence. Yes, these dark woods are full of sin, yet all of my own making and of the true meaning to miss their mark, and that as Dante finds through his journey that every sin is misdirected love. To be found lost, truly found now, is to guide this love back to its source, not to the distant edge of light, but here, and to see, finally see, that these sins of self are illusions all. To be found lost is to be at home in mystery, befriended by darkness, and free to wander the vast territory that life offers. 

these dark woods are full of love.

 through this I wander, still lost, but found too exactly where I am, no search for wilderness end, it's my own terrain that I'm exploring. There is light here, guiding, urging me to love every step now taken. These are my own dark woods, familiar in their mystery, home, and this wandering leads nowhere, no real place to go, always here, my own light within the woods, love. 

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Peace, Eric