poetry| aging with grace
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 woke 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…
Much gratitude for those who take time to read, ponder, and allow the inner workings of self to come forward. Grateful for the feedback, love shared, and, more importantly, the Dance with Inspiration. Deep Peace.
