we at times . . .

we at times . . .

we at times

try to hold on

to things we know

we must let go

we at times

wish to sit back

and remember

reflect retrospectively

when we are aware

that the new growing season

is about us . . .

but we knew this

we know this

that again

it is that time

when we again

kiss our “Aspirations”

upon her lips

she sits patiently

waiting for our efforts

to mobilize

that we may realize

that the Sun has risen

and it is time for work

we at times

choose to lament

bathing ourselves

in the reflections

of missed opportunities

where our impunity

has no basis

as we turn our face away

from the way we may travel

or walk

this moment, this day, this life time

the cement is hardening

and soon we will not

be able to move

and the grooves of redundancy

are getting deeper

forming our own personal abyss

where the light becomes void

we at times

wish for love

but we are not open

to receive it

are we

one must open their hand

and allow their selves to receive

and to give

that which you desire

make room in your cup

pour out the stale stench filled sour waters

of your yesterday

there is a fountain

waiting to bubble forth

from that Rock

that can be cleaved

which is you, me, us, we

we at times

cling to our intelligence

and we are so

when we come to grips

that all we know

have ever known

has been relegated

to worldly things

a lesser expression

of who we can become

again

we at times

must let go

of the definitions

of how we see ourselves

and step out beyond the corral

for definitions are limitations

and the summations

are always the same

are they not ?

we get what we put in

we reap what we sow

so

rise up

go to the garden

and turn the soil

and toil this day

and plant new seeds

that we all may grow

and eat the sweet fruit

we at times

we at times

we at times

the time is always now

© 10 February 2013 : William S. Peters, Sr.

www.iamjustbill.com

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