This Old Man

side view of man's faceThis old man in his eyes I see sadness.

A tear is at the corner. It is moist.
Then it sparkles. The skin crinkles.
He remembers he has loved.
He acknowledges he still loves.
Those he loved, he still loves.
With deep joy the memory
becomes the moment.
The memory touches the soul
Makes the breathing deeper.
The body is lighter. Flowing alive,
This old man, has gladness.
His eyes smile. He latches on
To this thought of love
Like some future fantasy.

I Rise In Awareness

On the edge of the day, I rise in awareness.

I hold back as much of the coming day as I can

 

Resisting the onslaught, I breathe deeply. Stillness.

I focus. This is where take my stand 

On the edge of the ravine

The canyons, valleys not so grand

Mist glides gently into the scene

A mysterious quality, a journey status quo

As it kisses each blade of grass. 

Gently the wind blows the planted furrows.

The mist can not or will not embrace the path.

 

Moving closer to the edge,

I feel the changing of the wind 

As the valley accepts its new lover

A display radiates across the chasm.

 

It looks like a bridge

Frosty and flat from one end to the other

Is it hiding a perilous journey

Or creating an invitation to a great adventure?