The Second Half
- ' The True man has nowhere to lay his head '
Over fifty,
Finally understanding and embracing
(at least partially, thus far)
That I have yet to see my home -
This is not all there is;
Quiet contemplation
Speaks otherwise -
The times are changing... slowly...
... a lifetime... change, so slow, barely noticed...
Until, looked back at -
So many seasons of:
confusion - Learning
hurting - Healing
judgement - Forgiveness
hating - Loving
Turning
exclusion into Inclusion.
Just as everything dropped, shall fall,
So must the soul go low,
To patiently... rise full, and whole.
Entering
Into the sacred dance
- with Mystery -
Of life's second half.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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