' have to expect to be leaving at any given moment '

folk die all the time
many drop dead
when least expected.

where sanity can be found
truth chiselled in stone
all across the cemetery.

winnowing the daily onslaught
that so to hear the wind blow
quieting all the voices in the world

having been banished this last year or so
by defunct or by design (it matters little)or maybe both
I find myself posting like I had never been away.

sat within the squall (the surrounding sea always close)
a month or more gone to record history
one wonders if flat calm will ever return.

and so abandoning oneself to meditation
to listening to the centre
where all things are resolved (would seem to be a wise course of action)

as we sit within the moment
accepting a bigger picture
constantly evolving around us

navel gazer
head in the clouds
yes

the inner you
the cloud of unknowing
yes

Driving down the freeway
underneath the dark night sky.

Thinking about it all.
Tears falling from my eye.

Starring out the window
at the reflection in the mirror.

Remembering the times
when it all seemed so much
clearer.