Aging is on my Side
Wrinkles in time, smoothing the way
Aging is on my side
with wrinkles in time unfolding
multiplying layers — painted
on the faces of those awaken
and asleep alike.
Present are we
spoken words — filtered
heart voicing peace
in the distant
near as hand-holding true.
Given space
forsaken souls — crying
out songs of sadness
listening for retorting
welcoming tune.
Walls higher
than heavens gate —
walls crashing down
brick by brick
emptiness is all that remains.
A child-like
opportunity presents
rattlers and shakers —
drumbeats four to seven
beats per second.
Emptiness filled with
cosmic fluidity —
entering a new galaxy
left chosen
creating a new one at best.
New galaxies
thought-based reality
shifting into a growing
creative understanding —
seeing with greater perspective.
Signs drifting
heretofore —
embodying emptiness
filling broken hearts
with a new guiding star.
Time slowly
drifting —
speed of light
blinks another thought
into fruition.
Playtime
comes at any given moment
acceptance — of whispered
healing into hearts
true home.
~Ani Po
This piece was a reflection of Linda Sharp recent poem…
Slowly, slowly, I am drifting…
