To journey with others is easy. You simply go with the group. You believe what they believe, (or at least your own version of it). You go where they go, (as long as you have friends or family to go with, or a desire to reach the destination). Those around you applaud your journey. They affirm you, or at least what you let them see of you. You can do this your whole life. It’s your religion. It’s the right one. The only truth. There’s no question. And against all reasoning it’s the loneliest path you can walk. And at some point you realise that you traded your life for this journey, and in ways you cannot understand it has destroyed you.
To journey within is difficult. It means finding a way to get past the mind with all it’s thoughts and distractions. It means meditating, or praying, or listening, or loving, and even if you travel with a group you enter the gate alone. To travel within yourself is to take the path that no one but you can take. It is the path into the heart of silence, the ground of your being, the cornerstone of existence. No one to affirm you. No religion here. Even belief must be left at the gate. And against all reasoning you find that you are not alone, that in fact everyone who has ever lived, or ever will live, is with you. It is the heart of life. Who’d have guessed?
“Enter through the narrow gate; for the gate is wide and the road is easy that leads to destruction, and there are many who take it. For the gate is narrow and the road is hard that leads to life, and there are few who find it. Matthew 7:13-14