The tangled woods invite my weary feet,
to step beyond markers upon the stone,
where ancient trees and heavy shadows meet,
I walk into the quiet wild alone.
No beaten trail directs the way to go;
no painted sign reveals the final end.
The mossy ground and ferns begin to grow;
as deeper into silence I descend.
The map I held has lost its former grace.
The rules of old no longer guide my stride,
I find a freedom in this empty space;
with only inner truth to act as guide.
I cast away the maps that others made;
The pathless path is found here, in the shade.
through your looking glass
redefine your prospects
reroute all efforts
stay an undiscovered self
reaffirm life's terms within
I've been on a walkabout with death
He keeps trying for my last breath
But I will not go gently or quietly anywhere
Anywhere I want, most wouldn't dare
He just took my uncle, and is coming for my friend
I got in the truck and took him to face his end
They say I don't know my place
To fall in line, that's the disgrace
They want to send me away again
To try and see where my mind has been
And why I'm layered with sin
It'll be their turn
To see if they can learn
I do not hide
What I am inside
Whimsically worry free
Always open to new possibilities as they arise
Looking toward the sun, even in the rain
Kangaroos leaping across your path, delighting you.
Always ready, hyper-vigilant of danger
Being true to your own glorious soul self
Outside in the wonderful keen of nature
United with the elements
Turning into yourself
The early morning rising of the sun
comes quiet and stealth like
high up in the tree tops.
Long before the dawn, birds sing out
welcoming, greeting the new day.
Creatures great and small awake
to participate in the thriving life of the garden,
filled with lush flowers perfuming the air.
Suddenly blinding, the sun appears
high in the powdered sky, brilliant burning hot.
A sultry May walk about along the garden edge
mystifies and awes the eye, blessing the morning
with unimaginable blossoms of color and fragrances.
Content, marveling at the revelation
of bounteous growth, I pause.
Breathing deeply in, I take it all in
with its hopes and dreams and promise of life
and its splendor and magnificence
I am filled with gratitude
that I am caretaker to this miraculous gift of God.
The nights were long
and my days seem short
had to do something
so I left my port
A one-way ticket
on a greyhound bus
a compelling journey
inner feeling must trust
first stop,Durango
high in the Rockies
a couple of days hiking
loud thunder was shocking
Next stop,was Gallup
from here,began my walk about
unsure of destination
first step began my route
Halfway to nowhere
dropped my load,to look around
sensational insight
revelation was found
Looked back toward beginning
so distant,out of sight
looked ahead for the end
no end to my flight
Sort of like life
past and future,uncertain
adventerous journeys
once removed from our curtain
continued my walk
through the mountains of Arizona
amazing sights
spent the night all alone-a
Under a canopy of stars
cool evening wind
no city lights
a universe with no end
Infinity came calling
understanding to follow
somewhere hides destiny
heartsongs sung hallowed.....
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