Where Do You Go?

Where do you go when there is no place to go?

Do you sail from the port of emptiness,
Blown by the winds of destiny,
Riding the waves of discontent?.

When you bought this boat...

There were dreams of sunny weather,
Blue skies, blue waters, warm breezes
teasing your hair, kissing your skin.

Spirit lifted, you flew to the sun!

Angel wings for sails....
Sails of wonder fill your head
With destinations and ports ahead.

Now you ask yourself...

Is this the forever-after...
The forever-after that flat-lines
Into an endless horizon?

Change course, GPS new ports of laughter ?

Cecelia

Journey to Life

Each day we walk into the unknown,
Our journey marked not by time, but
By seeds scattered along the way.


Path's well worn, many feet have trod.
Once buried stones bruise tender soles.


Nature's bounty tempts, entices!


Colors and textures promise more.
Intoxicating, almost remembered,
Smells tease heightened senses.


Nettles, spiny needles burrow and sting;
Thorns rip, blood drips absorbed into the soil.


Sticky seeds, burrs attach to body and soul.


Blended from other paths,
Seasoned clingers begin their fall,
Burrowing into a new “found” home.


Now leaving behind..
Changed landscapes, travelers yet to come,


We journey to the next unknown.


Cecelia