Thoughts take root in my mind
Distractions laid upon the clear path
Undermine rhythm and pace
Obscure the way
Stop
Breathe
Let go the thoughts
Let go of thinking
Let go the desire for distraction
Breathe
Let in the clarity of The Way
Breathe
The true path revealed
Breathe
Step
Breathe
Step, step
I cannot think the path into being
I cannot follow what is not already there
I observe the middle
Where the light burns brightest
And the way is known
On the well-worn path
Trod by myriad feet
I observe the middle
Then choose another way
For the well-worn path
Holds few surprises
And rarely offers insights
Trapped
By choices
Inertia generated
Stop
Accept no legacy
From past choices
Reconnoiter
Reconsider
The trap releases
Choose
A new path
From the possibilities revealed
This serpentine life
I dip into
And out of
Joy
Into and out of
Despair
Into and out of
Love
Into and out of
Grief
Knowing there will always be
Joy and despair
Love and grief
Accepting that each will come
As it will
And too shall pass
As it will
Learning to flow through each
With gratitude
And compassion
As I move through life
All the while
Exploring the landscape
Of possibility
Abandoned
To time
The elements
While memories linger
Even after anyone remains
To remember them
Time Will Tell
Returns to harbour
Laden with lobster
Two sons waiting
On the jetty
The younger runs out to greet
“Hi dad!”
Four Daughters
Already out to sea
On her second run
One daughter aboard
Pulling traps from the bottom
Pulling lobsters from traps
Proud dad
She flowed
Into the sea of humanity
With the ferocity
Of a flash flood
Creating whorls and eddies
And a floe of debris
Which endured long after
Humanity finally swallowed her whole
Life perseveres
Thrives
In a desert of salt and sand
The hands and minds
Of those who battle
Time and the elements
Might heed
The supple tenacity
Of adaptation
Or their deeds
Will surely
Perish
Be soft
She said
Like velvet
Bend with the wind
Like grass
In the field
So when others
Touch your life
They are not cut
And if they lean on you
A little hard
You do not break
All this broken glass
You wear
From your past
It harms you
As much as those
You love
And what is not
Already broken
Is brittle
With the slightest pressure
It shatters
Into shards you wield as weapons
Learn to be soft
Before you crumble
To no more than sand
Or only when
You are naught but dust
Will you ever be soft
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