There is only today,
really just this moment
of gray cloud and May green
as tall trees luff in the breeze.
From our hidden core
rung tight with years
we feed new growth,
tender leaves open
and breathing.
The touch of life upon us
we struggle and strive
and move toward light
while still we sing.
Our roots release
into the high top
the songs of earth,
the mortal cries
of what must pass,
our unspoken joy
yet rising.
Right on, Don!
Beautiful and encouraging Don. Thank you.
“…the mortal cries
of what must pass…..”
Impermanence is certain
Let joy be spoken…now
while still we sing
So Beautifully Present in any moment. Thanks for your continued sharing.
Continuing to move toward the Light….brings great joy!
… and the present moment took him and he was not…
Don, thanks for the poem, and for the expression of joy.