wisdom tells me that life is a stream
of slow eddies and fast currents

that the weather within is
always on the move

yet how i observe the show
how i witness, frame and reframe

and tell the story to myself
that can be refined and honed

life can be viewed through many lenses
and i notice how i am still too scared

to fully embrace life in all its messy glory
to hold the sorrows and the joys

the world’s pains and generations of sweet laugher
and surrender to the Great Mystery

if i could travel back in time, i would tell myself
to abandon myself to love

to be still enough, to be open enough, to be vast enough
to hold the note of perpetual surrender

i would tell myself to remember now
and in the now that arrives just now