50 Years and Counting
Let the vocabulary roll. Let the mind belch puffs of
steamy spiritual mana.
I huff and I puff and I try to make it through the day.
My mind flops across the spectrum of emotions.
One minute I am saluting the unknown and the other minute
I am driving a personal stake into the unknown.
They all knew what they wanted. I was still an unknown
mind not knowing or caring.
I was a seeker of truth, absorbing and not knowing. I
could draw the line without meaning, not knowing.
I was physically there and not there. The perfect simple
I was happy and thrilled and not knowing why. I did not
have sense enough to hide or understand why I had to.
I was the man-child lost and unknown. I read of the spiritual
world and I saw the freedom.
And now today I struggle with heavy weight and I try
to understand the flow of days.
Somedays I know, somedays I am lost.
Silent voices scamper across our threshold; some are
like snow blowing across our vision.
Oh, so, so many cold flakes that we can only grasp a
few. How do we listen and comfort those sounds?
They travel lightly and unseen in Wal-Smart parking lots,
pulling in and out of white lines in our blowing snow of thought.
There are so many? How can we possibly listen to them
We can grasp a few and understand, but the rest will
have to wait. Let them fall and swirl like the snow.
The snow falls and swirls as it travels east. The sun
shines on the fallen snow, it brightens our thoughts and view.
The white snow cover reflects the light of the sun.
Emotions travel across this landscape.
October 30, 2000
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by Tom Lance
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