When it all comes toppling down,
Look up.
There are light waves in dark days,
Laughter and tear stains,
Healing through life's pains.
Hurry back to yourself.
Find what you left so long ago,
Still waiting,
There for you.
Rekindle that first meeting,
That curiosity that proved so fleeting,
Like a butterfly disappearing above the treetops.
Venture back to the only thing that ever was,
A sunlit pause in the midst of the incessant torrent.
Moments before sunset blankets the surrendering landscapes with silent whispers of repentance.
Night comes quickly and all is soon forgotten.
The stars watch us as we watch them,
Light years of blank stares.
Yet we arrive no closer to understanding.
There is a thread that connects us,
There is a pulse that joins with ours,
The pulse of life that empties into sacred pools,
Where the seeker waits and the sage dissolves.
Beyond the rippling layers of change is everlasting.
No use asking for the map to this treasure.
There are many mountains to climb,
Many deserts to cross,
Before one arrives at the junction of yesterday,
Today,
And forever.
As earthly shadows dance upon dimly lit walkways and point the ways toward transcendence.
