On through the dark parts of this Mushroom Path I Came Upon
On through the hellish frightening parts of this Mushroom Path
Through Anger, Resentment, Self Pity, Anguish - right through Fear Itself
Put my head down low, close my eyes tight, tense up my body into a knot
And bull on through it all, man, right through to THIS place, clear and free
Through the projections confusing as any well laid Hall of Mirrors will be,
Glass shattering, shards sharper than God's Own Daggers, not stopping,
My hoofs too hard and moving too fast to be stopped by any Agony
I know now that I-Am-The-One-Who-Can-Bull-Through-It-All
Because I am here and simply because of that - because Here I Am
In my own, quiet mind now, head up looking around wearing a stupid smile
In this open, sunlit meadow , this perfect place so very much more beautiful
Than that Bulling Through Self could have possibly imagined was Its Destiny
No longer that one who can and did Bull through it all but this right here
This New Creature baring no resemblance at all to any other creature
I think of my Bulling Through Self now fondly and proudly and gratefully
As my very own real and true and right and precious “Bull Shit” -
All the Bull Shit of self that I disdained but which so selflessly sustained me
It is like a profoundly meaningful picture hanging prominently on a wall
That I occasionally set right as I pass by if it is a little askew where it hangs
