I step from the cold cave of regret
and find myself among the living.
Past and future dissolve
as mist rises off the water.
Disciples of the present moment,
we listen to creek sounds,
and a symphony of trees
rustling in the wind,
hearts as one
with the sacred.
photo by Shana Wolfe Mancera
Reading of One Embrace with music by Dire Straits.
Brilliant simplicity. Words being employed for upliftment. Thank you!
Don — Your poem really resonated with me this morning. Especially stepping from “the cold cave of regret” & trying to be “disciples of the present moment.” Bravo! Well done. Mike