THIS AGING
This aging is really something
Bringing life into clear focus
An intensity that says time is running out
Yet a softening that says the same words
A voice that says there is so much more to do
And another voice that says nothing is ever finished
One that looks back and sees the broken road
And another that looks and sees a perfect journey
Even in its flaws and wounds
Aging is like the maturation of the tree
Nothing denied, but embraced,
Worked with and accepted
One becomes aware of infinity
And imagines ones place in eternity
Death starts talking, whispering its beckoning words
I’m always here, patient and peacefully waiting
The juice, the beauty, the miracle
Love’s sweet blessing
All achingly known and savored
Everything must be surrendered
As we unwrap ourselves
And return to source
The fighter and lover
Are both taken
Blessed friend of the temporary
Taste it while you can
Even the pain has a sweetness
When seen from the eternal.