contemplation by quiet low light
gather the things that hold meaning
stand before a window framing
a world you belong to and
think you know
reach for the ceiling
expecting a sky open wide
open arms
spread your wings
close your eyes
sway awhile
you wait
no answers to fall
no wisdom arrives
you’ve only a circle of stones
power rests in your will to survive
your silent unrecognized skill
to rearrange them🪶
Waves on the sand
carry letters
whisper stories
All we are is motion
balance on the wind
Waves toss stones onshore From what depths have they travelled Light and heavy days
My palm warmed the stone
I plucked from the many
As we trod long across unfamiliar awaiting discovery
Before the steep
Before the onset of fear
Before staccato breaths bred control
I paused at a rubble pile
Sacred someone says
Safe passage to those who leave an offering
Balanced here in morning’s light
Building cairns out of stones and leaves
and bits of trees forest sea debris
everywhere I go I leave a print a hint
shred or shadow a little piece of me
i may have said once long ago invisible
is the one and only honest way to be
but i must have left a door ajar
perceptions change I’ve travelled far
what i feel is real is it’s alright if when
my time is past a stranger or almost friend
finds among fragments along life’s path
remembrance of the presence i once wore