Of footsteps landing
perfecting the Art of the Walk.
When gait and heart no longer
strive for stride.
Only ride...open wide,
on the tails of ancestral trails.
Wind within..deep breath in.
Memories unbound, rewound.
Exhaled in vibrant light
In being.
In meaning.
A light-being.
We cycle in spirals
expanding.
expanding.
Circle and step,
Unfolding bits of moments
Unfolding bits of moments
with glowing eyes.
The questions fade.
The questions fade.
Peaceful pieces of times connected.
A map of treasures .
Drawn by lines of smiles.
Impressive is her lesson.
Quiet expression.
Streams of silent tears
fall here and there
and where we splash them up toward the
fall here and there
and where we splash them up toward the
sky
we dance .
we dance .
May our expiration make sense.
That the end of the line still births smiles.
That our trail of moments is summoned
elsewhere.
Re-hired by the Higher.
Our days are done
And the sun,
She stays.
She stays.
For now, you are the Sun.
You are it.
All of It.
