View From My 50’S
Contemplating the journey ahead
I can only remember past ones,
across open spaces,
journeys that cleansed this being
of Doubt and Fear.
I can only go how and where
My heart directs me.
I continue,
With intense aloneness,
Looking at each horizon
as a possible home.
The same way I stare in lighted windows as
I pass along this street.
The journey to the Light is
the same as the one home.
The going is a becoming.
I seek wisdom and compassion,
a total healing of my myriad selves.
Still, in awe of the Spirit’s pull,
I know Death cannot free me
of this longing to go beyond...........
Through lifetimes of learning and letting go,
Wise, compassionate, empty,
I will be free at last.
1997 copyright Mitzi Linn
Contemplating the journey ahead
I can only remember past ones,
across open spaces,
journeys that cleansed this being
of Doubt and Fear.
I can only go how and where
My heart directs me.
I continue,
With intense aloneness,
Looking at each horizon
as a possible home.
The same way I stare in lighted windows as
I pass along this street.
The journey to the Light is
the same as the one home.
The going is a becoming.
I seek wisdom and compassion,
a total healing of my myriad selves.
Still, in awe of the Spirit’s pull,
I know Death cannot free me
of this longing to go beyond...........
Through lifetimes of learning and letting go,
karmic debts will be paid.
I will be free at last.
1997 copyright Mitzi Linn