My dreams keep moving
In an arc around the sky
Autumn’s now winter
Riders of surf
Captured imagination
Motion’s perfection
The night has come
Motion is now stilling
Dream’s demands coming forth
Wakefulness stills
This morning’s coolness
Echoes of her voice fading
Birdsong delights me
In this morning dark
My mind’s focus telling me
My heart’s deep values
There are times that I think my priorities are “X”. I’ve learned, though, my mind’s focus when I wake tells me the deepest concerns of my heart.
What’s interesting is how often it’s not anything I give focus to during my day. Or i would expect to be secondary.
Sometimes it’s not logical, other times it’s extremely rational.
Sometimes fear, now, though, it’s not. That’s a blessing.
May 24, 2918
What will that day like?
Beyond my imagining
So far forward
Where my name
Will have faded
Into the realm of dreams
This notion brought about
By my misplaced fingers
Memories come
Unbidden
Ghosts of my youth
Painful moments
Choices I’ve made
But not understood
There’s wisdom there
Not just misery
Forgive the boy
That I was
And see inside
My heart
Now I understand
My internalized mind
Echoes of fears and failures
This early spring morn