Once atop the perch

at the peak of his life

He could see

the broad vista before him

He was ready to soar…

It becomes apparent

as I flail along

That the path is clear

and marked with crumbs

of irridescent manna

Funny how I chose

to wade through sticker bushes, instead

all those years

“Most astute!”

I heard him toot

about something I’d said

“How could that be?”

occurred to me

in the ethers of my head

Not so quiet

thoughts did riot

just demanding to be fed

When Samskara woke

she discovered all illness

had faded away

The clarity of gratitude

engulfed all sadness

And shimmered it away

to sparkled shadows