The strength of their resolve
bore the weight of their decisions
In the days of supple reality
on the eve of wide awakening
• • •
Tell the wind I said hello
with lips parched by water’s edge
Give Spirit my heart
wrapped in my simple humanness
And hanging all the while
to the tendrils of sweet dreams
still flapping in the breeze
Around and around
Spiraling around in tighter
And tighter circles
Closing in on the point
Sneaking up on it, so to speak
It’s amazing
that conversations like that
Touch on the point
And head back out
Without anyone getting injured
On the sharp point
Still, for that moment,
It stood there
In plain view
Clarity of mind
Sharp as a tack…
Standing on the tramped down grass
In the heat of the day
The sound of hawks hunting
In the distant backdrop
With mountainous hillsides
And skittering fluffy clouds
In a brilliant blue
Here in this place
Where the path turns
Round and round again
I squint slightly
And bask in the glory
Of the lupine in the spring
Riding on the lovely wave
which arises from the depths
We came to the shore
of understanding
Steeped in exhilaration
and vague memories
of turbulent tumbles of the past
• • •
Still, I observe,
waves of emotion
never stop
