Beaming on the summit,
I glanced down the rocky mount.
The other side...
where moments fly by.
Racing up the tors,
never once stopping to inhale
the wildflowers of youth,
never once drinking the pure
waters as they trickled, untainted
by man’s disregard for our earth,
I rued my haste; my wasted years.
Ah, the stupidity, passed opportunities,
irrationally cogitating something better.
Amid the hovering, wispy clouds,
an apogee of stored knowledge
stirred hope for the s.l.o.w descent.
Still vibrant, healthy, wealthy in spirit,
I paused on a plateau with no thoughts
of fluttering any lower.
Though halfway down the mount,
I had finally reached my acme.
Placing a wild daisy in my hair;
smelling, for the first time, green,
I rejoiced my trek; my life!
Author notes
On self-awakening.
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Comments
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Happy Trails to you ...
and nicely shared admission of neglect and congratulations on your new birth Day which could be celebrated everyday! Love your style of contemplation on paper! joy
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Wow! I love this. It is so beautiful. Life really is a long trek and we should really take the time to stop and smell the flowers, otherwise what is life worth living for if not for the wonders and joys?
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There is no place like being out in Nature to awaken thse sleepy aspects of our soul... How can one not feel alive surrounded by its magnificent beauty?
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