Aging is on my Side

Aging is on my Side

Wrinkles in time, smoothing the way

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Aging is on my side
with wrinkles in time unfolding
multiplying layers — painted
on the faces of those awaken
and asleep alike.

Present are we
spoken words — filtered
heart voicing peace
in the distant
near as hand-holding true.

Given space
forsaken souls — crying
out songs of sadness
listening for retorting
welcoming tune.

Walls higher
than heavens gate —
walls crashing down
brick by brick
emptiness is all that remains.

A child-like
opportunity presents
rattlers and shakers —
drumbeats four to seven
beats per second.

Emptiness filled with
cosmic fluidity —
entering a new galaxy
left chosen
creating a new one at best.

New galaxies
thought-based reality
shifting into a growing
creative understanding —
seeing with greater perspective.

Signs drifting
heretofore —
embodying emptiness
filling broken hearts
with a new guiding star.

Time slowly
drifting —
speed of light
blinks another thought
into fruition.

comes at any given moment
acceptance — of whispered
healing into hearts
true home.

~Ani Po

This piece was a reflection of Linda Sharp recent poem…

Slowly, slowly, I am drifting…

Much gratitude for those who take time to read, ponder, and allow the inner workings of self to come forward. Grateful for the feedback, love shared, and, more importantly, the Dance with Inspiration. Deep Peace.

Joseph Lieungh

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