Walking

I walk the path
Anticipating the crossroads
Where fellow travelers meet
If only for a short time
I feel the call to another life
To share the way with another soul
Instead I journey on
Sometimes walking forward
Sometimes retracing steps tread long ago
Wondering, wandering what it all means
Am I big
Or am I little
Do I see the vastness of space and time
Or does the ego tempt with false illusions
That life is understood

Words

A cry from the mountaintop
A cry in the wind
Lost in the swirling maelstrom
Lost to the dark night
Words in a certain form might move the world
But only if they are heard
Worlds might change with a few phrases
More often than not
They lay on I the ground unheeded

Speak to me
Listen to me
Talk to me
Hear me
Dialog with me
Acknowledge what I say

Trapped?

Trapped in the world

Of a shared reality

One to which too many succumb 

One from which only a few fly free. 

Illusions of freedom

Seduce the mind

Appeasing the immediate

Till distracted we forget

And accept what is

Yet the soul knows

And aches for the sky

To soar among the clouds

Harken to the longing within

Be free, and fly

Or die

Too many endings

There are too many endings it seems to me

Endings without new beginnings 

Companions who wait at the Rainbow Bridge

Friends and family

Some taken too quickly

Others a mercy at the end

Relationships too

Ended or evolved

Still an ending 

Of a path through the storm

When comes the season

Where all things become new

When the renewal 

When the rebirth

That sets all things to right

Still some endings to come

Before that rebirth

Cast off the chains

Unfetter the soul

Let go of what’s not useful

Hold on to what is

Tears there will be

For endings are hard

No soft landings ahead