Along this path
Along this path, over winter, limbs,
Branches and whole trees fell.
It looks as though this has been
Happening for years, some logs
Brittle as you recall wood gets
When left alone to rot.
Rot it does not though,
I have learned in winter.
If I were strong enough, (I may be),
If I were still in need to disrupt
Life, I’d turn over one that fell
Only to discover bugs and worms
And worlds that might have been
A dream for the boy I was.
Now, I allow them to be a dream
For the man I have become.
It was not the rot I sought
But these worlds to start
Underneath felled branches,
Limbs and whole trees.
Along this path, this life
I do not need to disturb
Only know of for the boy I was
To have proof of his existence.
My focal point for balance
Peace in myself
Peace in the world
Shells from a beach
Walked to meet myself
Buddha, who listened
A different beach
A tunnel dug
Dig a tunnel
A different day
Buddha still listen
Let the self go
Look at shells collected
The world they reflect
Peace through gentle breaths
A focal point for balance
Flow finds me, found me, supports me
Inside, the breath find where it must go…
And goes there, flows there, knows
I am a vessel for this moment, for its movement,
For its discovery. Eyes close to the world
Outside my reach, and open to that in hand.
All together, flow into breath into moment,
The world within reach blooms inside
My heart ready to receive the gift brought
By this flow, with this breath, to this world.
I stand, tall like a tree. One foot to the other:
“I got this, go. When you return we will be strong.”
Flow finds me, found me, offers me firmament.
Breath finds me, fills me, offers me blossoms.
The world within reach glows green and blue.