As we move through the transformation of living, there is a subtleness in the air. If you are still for long enough, you can feel it and sense the sweet aroma of the aftermath. It wafts through the very fabric of life itself…..
In…
The morning dew,
We are permeated
By the droplets of
The past.
For…
Is it not the memories,
And actions of what
We put into movement
That forms the creation
Of what is yet to come?
The…
Echoes of the wounded,
And the sighs of those
Left behind,
Bring tears of pain and sorrow
Yet, there is hope in
The rising sun.
I…
Know not what the
Future holds,
Nor do I wield
The wand of magic.
But…
Universal knowledge begs
For us to learn,
The lessons passed down
From generation to generation,
Yearning to be found.
The…
Drumbeat of time embraces
The human soldiers of today.
Marching ever so slowly,
Amongst the swirling of
Every maze.
It…
Is our responsibility
To seek answers,
Find solutions and pathways
For a better tomorrow.
Each…
Heartbeat is precious,
Young and old.
Yet, we fail to find
Appreciation for the wisdom
Of the ages.
When…
Will we treasure the common
Thread, that keeps us
All connected? A worldly
Feat to join hands
In steadfast unity.
Timelessness…
Is everlasting, no matter
How long it’s been. We
Live and die amongst the
Rites of passage,
Only to return.
For….
Each breath we take,
Each day we welcome,
Each thought that passes through,
Keeps us tethered to the earthly
Consciousness of wonderment
And promise of something new.
To…
Unbind the chains of yesterday,
And envision the shift that is imminent,
Close your eyes, imagine and
Just be.
The master teacher, of all that is
Yours and mine,
Beckons us to honor
The eternal drumbeat of time…..
This is great Eileen. Strong Ink
Beautiful words here Eileen! Thank you😀😀
Thank you Paula! Cheers!