I Walked A Path, And Faded Into It

I walk a path with no feet in fact there is no trail. Lonely some ask? I knew a broader ass-fault Highway until seeing how low it was. Eye spotted a distant gate peculiar, it was so narrow. I had to shed my backpack of beliefs, drop all my clothes even lose a pound or two of flesh, but I was drawn there and pulled in by unseen love. Once inside oddly I went blind and only could follow my gut. No maps, no worn out path to follow. I followed feel, fragrance and a subtle pull as if magnetic. The further I ventured the more beauteous it became, we became, for I faded into the scenery and became part of its holy essence. Hard to fathom, I was it, it was me There was no clock it IS Eternity and it IS NOW