we were young once
in years – yes
but beyond that…
in ways you cannot quantify
a youth borne of possibility
maybes still on the horizon
with wide open eyes
taking chances…
for the sheer joy of doing
because of the challenge it represented…
the suspicion…
it had never before been tried
sufficient reason for the doing
~~~
we were ancient once
forget about age
this is so much deeper
no beginning…no end
firm in the belief – we are tiny beings
but part of something enormous
a single breathing entity among many
each destined for greatness
knowing our movements cause ripples
in the great pond of the cosmos
creating kaleidoscopic patterns
where every shade and hue is needed
both the vibrant and the subtle
~~~
we were gorgeous once
never mind the physical
surface level is too shallow
we wore a more radiant beauty
glowing from within
casting glorious features…
across our fragile skins
when minds grew – and hearts followed
because we knew…
we’re always more vital…
more blindingly bright…
when viewed through the spirit’s eyes
~~~
we were giants once
not in stature…
but in the potential we harbored
carefully mapping its dimensions
not thinking about impossibility
because it didn’t yet exist
a construct not yet imagined
no thoughts of “I can’t do that”
we explored – until we succeeded
or found another path
~~~
we were all of that
and more
we still are
we’ve only forgotten
Chère W.,
Maybe it’s the ‘other’ language, but it never dawned on me that the end was weighing so heavy on your shoulders.
What I read from you has a slightly quirky (which is what I am loooking for) tone but other than that a quiet trust of steady quality.
To put it in simpler words:
You could have fooled me anytime!
So, go ahead. Lick your wounds, while I put my warm non-demanding hand on your shoulder.
You’ll be all right!
You’ll be all right!
And I’ll be there welcoming you back. We all will be.
Honestly?
Honestly!
Warm greetings, Gus