Companionship of Time

Darkness broke against the shimmering, bleeding-out sky as the sun, descending back to its ebony prison. We two sitting enjoying Nog and Chai, speaking pondering of life the meaning, the confusion of memories molding clay upon the spinning wheel, churning mankind into a form from embryological entrance feet fist, usually head proceeding down to the slanting point situations teaching us the lessons of life the best teacher the one without judgment letting us grow and learn, the best guide allowing us to experience it all some good, some bad all adding to the moment of who we are, all adding to the reality that is us We share with each other these lessons, for we too are teachers and students to each other All in one, one in all From Cafe we sit to icy darkness we stand our breathes heard by ear seen moving upwards by eyes All truths revealed of who we are, what we learned and where we plan on going. This journey is one we need not travel alone. Having a good companion is just as important as having a backpack, rations that sturdy canoe we use these items so often. The canoe especially, its floating mass taking us along the river. Our Journey filled with harsh winds hail and rain. As we grasp the floating emptiness alone and frighten, the rocking reminding us of the cradle, but Mother is absent, replaced by the Mother of all. Nature at her mercy, her all-powerful grasp. This is what we learned that night against immature car-filled hooligans, two mature beyond age pairing sages. That throughout life we are faced by many stepping stones along the riverbed yet we, along this course can find comfort banding together to get our poetry heard, or voices and minds accepted. Go! Go together, all in one one in all, strength in numbers. Building our home together, our Buddha Lotus, our Grand Mosque our Mecca of results of our Poetic Journey down the river of time.