The Journey . . .

This Journey

the journey has been long

and arduous

with sunshine,

flowers

and smiles along the way

and this day

here i stand

in my own sacred halls

of memories

the floors are littered

with gratitude

and neglect

and the walls

are mirrored reflections

of the people

the places

and the feelings

i reach out to touch the surface

of this wall

in this hall

and i at once

am in touch

with years past

i have seemingly

thought i have forgotten

the sunshine seemed so different then

was it brighter ?

hotter ?

yellower ?

Yellower . . .

my word

i add to the collection

of my eclectic memories

my own living color

Yellower

ha

yet,

the smiles seemed bigger

and brighter as well

no not Yellower

but brighter

and wider

just the same

in my now-ness

i am still asserting blame

naming the things

and the people

which have affronted my Shine

Now i know

it was mine to give

and i gave it

away,

so i thought

but here it is

within these halls

hanging on the walls

waiting this visit

of self

to self

interned

what have i learned

i ask

as i bask

in the enveloping warmth of self

and my quasi indelible

etchings

and sketchings

upon these cherished

reflections

and

Holy circumspections

which embody

the all-ness of my meaning

not much i think

but this

blaming and naming

circumstance

never did alleviate me

from responsibility

even when i tried to blind my self to it

they were collected anyway

warehoused here

for this day

and thus they are here

hanging on these wall

and thus they are a part of me

with a valid certainty

yet

they do not define my sum

the dreams i had are here too

but not the ones of the morrow

for they are dreams

there are pools of tears

on the floor

muddied puddles

some are discolored

with anguish and sorrow

some are joyful

in their movement

into my conscious awareness

and yet

they both shine

and reflect my greater aspirations

of what i had hope to become

and there is an overflowing

a knowing

from that chalice

that held

and holds still

my visions

and all the deeds

that i have sown

upon all the landscapes

the forests

the wilderness’

the arroyos’

and the deserts

and all that i have seeded

in my life’s garden

did manifest into my fruit

my harvest

some i ate

along the way

some i gave away

some i never saw

sitting on the table

in front of me

many have spoiled

rotted

most are faintly recognizable

and incredibly

some have dehydrated

and yet are still edible

i guess this is their time

shall i taste now

that which long ago

i so longed for ?

yes, this journey

this sacred journey

have had many twists

and turns

and it has been long

and arduous

but it did have it’s rewards

and as i stand

in these Scared Halls of Self

looking upon the many reflections

of introspections

and the paths i have chosen

i realize

with eyes wide open

i am right where i am supposed to be

on

This Journey

© 9 August 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

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