Not another forward looking distraction,

Determining what to plan, or change.

Or another look in the rear view,

Seeing what might have been,

In the mirror of regret.

 

Let me just land here, now.

  And see clearly what is relevant.

 

That is …. conversing, feeling, seeing you.

 

Beauty: Dipped in Darkness

 

Is it me following the stream,

Or did the stream come to me?

 

Watching,

Me and my friends see it go by each day,

And yet stay still.

A both/and stream.

 

Sometimes full of water, spilling onto our trunks,

But always providing nourishment,

Spilling hidden water reaching the deepest roots.

 

I will stand and follow.

Becoming a both/and tree.