i found you sitting
with a smile
upon your face
i found you sitting
counting moments
that can’t be replaced

i found you
talking
though i saw no one near

i found you
waiting
for angels to appear

you thought
you were hidden
amongst the trees
camouflaged
in the colorful
autumn leaves
wanting solace
seeking comfort
asking
a question
knowing there is
only 1 direction

huddled
hunched
nestled
without fear
knowing
your new path
has been cleared

i found you reading
a soliloquy
i found you writing
a stream of consciousness

profound
reflective
insightful
intense

an introspective
meditative
for hours & hours
spent
selecting
choosing
the absolute verbiage
expressing
conveying
what most
shy from

your light is bright
your light will never
diminish
you’ve touched so
so many souls
leaving each
with a piece of your golden heart

this is not
your last day
this is not
your last breath
this is not
the day
of final rest

yet

i find
you sitting
with a smile
upon your face

reflecting
on moments
that can’t be replaced

i find
you waiting
for
angels to appear

……Gwynneth Green

to manifest, to resist, to sabotage, to bargain, to unfold, to reveal, to become, to transform, to deny, to disintegrate, to heal……all of this in one small, vital life……

Ultimately, the word beyond captures the true meaning of spirituality. In its most basic sense, going beyond means going past where you are. It means not staying in your current state. When you constantly go beyond yourself, there are no more limitations. There are no more boundaries. Beyond is infinite in all directions. To go beyond, you must keep going past the limits that you put on things. Spirituality begins when you decide that you’ll never stop trying. Spirituality is the commitment to go beyond, no matter what it takes. If you are willing to just stand at the edge and keep walking, you will go beyond. You end up loving your edges because they point your way to freedom. All you have to do is constantly relax and lean into them. They one day, when you least expect it, you fall through into the infinite. This is what it means to go beyond…..Michael Singer

within the ancient myths

Now I become myself. It’s taken

Time, many years and places;

I have been dissolved and shaken,

Worn other people’s faces,

Run madly, as if Time were there,

Terribly old, crying a warning,

“Hurry, you will be dead before-”

(What? Before you reach the morning?

Or the end of the poem is clear?

Or love safe in the walled city?)

…May Sarton