Night arrives, dark, damp, cold
and the full Harvest Moon
is just hours ahead. I meditate,
driven to create order out of the chaos
that is humanity with mere words
and at times and I long for the transition,
To pass through the veil between the worlds.
love still prevails, it is not for me to control
but to let go. What I leave behind
will make a difference, that is my hope
and I am not done yet, just growing older.
Lovers, friends, husbands and wives
Sisters, brothers so many lives;
Isn’t it amazing that the moment of birth
is a miracle and that death is close behind?
For what is time, what are years
but the blink of an eye when we are realized,
when we see the purpose of our lives
is to love and be loved?