Friday, August 15, 2014

This Ephemeral Life

Seasons pass
in the flow of changing.
Days drift
that cannot be contained
or held down
like music floating in the wind.

This ephemeral life
that we want to understand
want to catch like butterflies
tame like lambs
love like it will love us back the same.
But the horizon
can never be reached
no matter how far we travel.

Here we are
dropped in the middle of the mystery
and there are things
we simply will never know.

Saturday, August 9, 2014

Greeting The Day

Let me touch
what I have never touched
Sing songs I've never heard
Dance with moves I've never felt
And awaken this body
to new exaltations.

Life comes and goes
so quickly —
The grass once green
now brown
The figs full again
Children grow
and have their own.

I, too,
feel my body's life force slow
But I won't let her fall
into the dark abyss
I will stretch her again this morning
Touch what I have never touched
And sing the songs I've never heard.