My ‘pathway’, intention, has gradually shifted from ‘searching for something’ – God, enlightenment – to ‘being someone’.
God, enlightenment, have ceased to be attainable goals or objectives; they’re red herrings, a wild goose chase.
My intention, if you can call it that, has become an arduous, even precarious, writhing and wrestling towards a way of being. Repeated disappointments and ‘failures’, survived, result in a closer relationship to gravity (the grave), a restless resignation, a more unpretentious self-awareness, which is the fertile ground from which growth ever recurs.