we love puts us in touch
with our feelings of
aloneness. The ones
we have had
before
throughout the
amble of our days.
Aloneness need not
be loneliness.
My parents have
left, and though I
often reach out for
them; pieces of
what we had or
pieces I had hoped
we would have;
they are not
always in my mind.
They are gone now,
and I am the lemming
left on the cliff. Me
and Karen, and Ruth,
and Glenn. Standing
side by side on the
horizon of that great
and endless Mystery
gazing out and wondering.
It is somewhat
odd in that although I
know they are gone
I do not feel alone; or, I
do not feel any more
alone than I have my
whole life - than
I have all along.
There is a
nextness to my
place along the
horizon of our days
a knowing that this
stretch of life is
the twilight of my
showing - the
time to get it right.
While nothing feels
it has ever changed
and there is an ongoing
youngness to my soul;
an aging body reminds
my me to seize the day;
this showing is not forever.
Live attentively to the
spaces all around in which
you may find awakening.
Wake up. Time is precious;
especially for lemmings.
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