The Point of No Return

and when I reach
the point of no return,
a dead-end,
an empty wall, or
a broken ridge -
mute sentinels
to a necessary
trespassing
of the soul
which already knows
the way home,
I will stand
face to face
with the abruptness
of death, and
the faint probability
of life;
there - in the space
between stories,
old and new;
where the next step
is born
not from a choice
of this or that, but
from the groundless ground
of a defenseless open heart,
that has suddenly remembered
the possibilities beyond
the point of no return.