When I open my iPad there is a little mosaic at the top - old stuff that lives somewhere in its memory. Pictures, notes, just a jumble of things. I have no idea how the genie in the Pad chooses them. Just now an image popped up, too small to read, but obviously a poem. I clicked on it and this came up. I do remember writing it, as the old song goes, “but I can’t remember where or when!”
I like it. Hope you do too 🥴
Walking the Circle Path
Earliest beyond planning
Almost without awareness
Routes of exploration
Sights and sounds
Within each precious moment
Until, quietly, sleep intrudes
And then waking sends one
Again to senses newly formed
Somehow down around
A curve or corner
We discover the first faint
Awareness of a glimpse
Called destination
Perhaps maybe possibly
Could be should be is
At least for awhile
Until concrete asphalt
Highways byways
Bridges parking lots
Detours shortcuts
Cloverleafs round-abouts
And occasional dead ends
Guide us through the
May be could be
Might be should be
Would have been
Should not have been
Got right got wrong
Did over walked away
Turned around started again
That is life
When suddenly again
Beyond planning
At the reborn
Corner of awareness
The path turns
Soft and sandy
Bordered by nodding blossoms
No doubt once forgotten
Have been there all long
Now reassert their value
Sweetly requiring our
Attention appreciation
Kinship
Stop smell me
Implores a
Forgotten mantra
We would be wise
To listen to step aside
Off the harried highway
And return
For a tranquil while
To that friendly path
We traveled long ago.
