Our Own Traveler

Every day

We find our rhythm

In much the same routine.

 

Sometimes

We meet different people

That color our lives

 

With dignity and love,

And leave a lasting impression.

These instances are rare.

 

Usually,

We go round in circles,

Making our indentation

 

In life, the world and time.

Like a beautiful sea shell

We become a treasure

 

Through our experiences,

Our relationships,

And our gifts.

 

 

(Magpie Tales,

Mag 69)

 

truth and treasure

drumming so slowing so coming be something
looking so screaming so crawling so being
drinking so lifting so splitting so changing

coming through something closes in and
then a truth breaks free, breaks in, breaks down
barriers are buried and sticks in the mud

are pulled out. so what’s the truth? is there
such thing as truth? is there anything true?
anything trustworthy? is there anything safe?

anything worth investing our lives in?
is there anything worth living for?
can we trust ourselves to make a sound

and clear judgement? is that possible,
in these times? can we break free of media
bombardment and peer pressure?

what other factors cause us to twist our
values, change our minds, compromise our
priorities? where is your heart?

there is your treasure.