Remember the time
The hour even
When it all turned around
It was a soft Wednesday in October and the air was crisp.
Blue skies hung above with wind blowing; shifting clouds that cast dancing shadows along the grassy terrain.
The old familiar under-layer
Relax. First relax deep, then the anger is there like a defence to keep out.
A warning that there is a difficult trail ahead.
Meet it head on like a great wave roughly tumbling a ship at sea
Must move past
See what lies beneath
Seems to be deep grief
So much sadness
So much pain
So much suffering
Buried beneath a red hot inferno of rage that lashes out at all it can
Let me go
Take a seat
There is a slight breeze on this autumn day and it brings the spirits out to help
Listen carefully to this whispering
Let go of the anger
Letting go of the grief
The present awaits...
Remember this day
When you learned to pay attention
When you no longer needed to run away
No focused gaze but a soft set of eyes accept all there is to see. From the corner moves something.
Orange and brown leaves tumble down from the trees preparing for winter. We layer up whilst they strip down.
A pair of small dogs come and yapp you back to reality but everything has changed.
Remember this day.
When first you found that portal to calm seas.
When no longer did anger grief and grief hide fear.
Nothing to fear.
Nothing to lose
Only a flow which has every life connected and going along like those breezy clouds in the ever-changing sky.
I love poetry.