in those days
I scrambled like a rat
ran like a tiger, slithered like a snake
and I walked in the halls of awards
and achievements
and I made connections and I aspired
and I built from one link to another
and the ambition was the reality
and I ran swiftly, as the horse
and then time dealt its blow;
and here in seclusion
with the mountains in the elbow of the clouds
and the pine and dragon rocks all about me
here I am amidst its voices and stillness
and its melody or cacophony as it chooses
and here silence is become the reality
and often
often, when what is inside the mind surfaces
and time gone lingers awhile like a scent on a bush
*I stop to see what lies within
beyond one’s circumstance and conditioning