Thurs/Fri Sept 23-24, 2021 – Thurs Oct 28, 2021
Winding Path
What is it ‘bout the winding path so soothes the burdened soul?
When twists and turns ‘round every bend are fine not to control
Sweet solitude, a gentle wind, speak stories not yet told,
Of life and death, of plants and beasts; all worlds yet to unfold
No need for all our absolutes, what is, is what will be,
Just trees, earth, water, sky, laid bare for us to see
What loss of care, what switch turned down, relinquishing this need,
For questions, answers, absolutes? All fade now, then recede
As if surrounded by this peace, those mantras have no place,
Just holding time for light sublime; that matters in this space
Casting cares to warm chinooks, swept up with cosmos speed,
Journeys taken, souls reclaimed –down winding paths indeed
© Maureen (Mo) O’Brien