A slippery pathway, that leads to
a place, so few have seen, yet so
many know. A slip, a fall, the road
is rocky, lookout below. We find
our way from here to there, we aren't
sure how or why we have arrived.
Yet here we are and just in time.
The nick of the moment, that
close shaven line. Keeping our
balance when life is unkind. As
it will from time to time. The age
of wisdom keeps drifting away. We
think it comes for us, but really
it is the other way. No book to
guide us, no artificial stays.
We must discover, as if unknown,
the way forward, or back, or sideways,
who really knows? What is up
for one, is down for two, and yet
we all are walking on our shoes. The
same forces made us, yet different
we are. No one alike. Not the same.
Sometimes we stumble, sometimes
we glide. Each one of us has the
dance inside. Do the twist or turn
and shout. However you do it, do
it all about. Let love show it,
yourself is you, the one and only,
inside and about....ya! you betch u do!
Monday, November 30, 2009
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