You can fill your life with
Could have,
Should have,
Would have,
Or let it go
And live.
Your choice.
You can fill your life with
Could have,
Should have,
Would have,
Or let it go
And live.
Your choice.
One cannot walk hurriedly on the mossy
Boulders of the river
For you will slip and fall.
One must step carefully and with purpose to
Journey across;
Footing and balance steady.
When the current is swift,
Hand in hand for support;
Unlike the paved path which
Is mindless.
When one continues to delight in the agony and
pain of those one considers either friend or foe
Then one is still
A willing prisoner of the unseen.
Listen.
Listen more.
There is such clarity,
Such sight in the listening.
Humans are always, always going to be human so accept in others
the heart is going to do what it is going to do;
the mind is going to think how it is going to think
and set your self free to hear;
to see.
to love.
The bathtub faucet has been dripping for weeks,
I find peace in the sound that once grated me.
My cat has cried every night since his brother died;
He has now torn the curtains off the back door window
In his pursuit to turn the handle and escape outside.
It is his true nature of course.
My heart aches as well.
If we could see and recognize
How often
Humans cry in solitude
We would be much gentler in
Our approach;
Much kinder in our remarks.
Acknowledge, honor and heal.
Do not assume
A soul has been shown too much kindness,
For anyone you meet may have gone days,
Weeks or years without a kindness offered.
Some a lifetime without.
Each of us have the ability and choice in every moment, every breath to be this;
Love.
Now continue to create and give untethered for
This love is limitless.
I step mindfully on the rivers edge
As to not stumble and fall.
The water is very patient in this, its journey,
To shape the earth whether a drop or
A cascade.
I must stop and steady myself if I wish to lift my gaze to the heavens.
I hear a thousand voices in the winds.
Even the eagles above and the river
Below join in the chorus of our ancestors;
It is always love.