Memories linger in mind
Of heights and feather-like falls
Of spinning and drifting and tumbling
Through things that were daunting
Then beautiful; blowing aside
Assumptions and worries
And doubts and certainties.
Where are all those things I thought I knew?
In the peace of an autumn breeze
It is comfortable knowing that I
Have no idea what is coming.
Never did, never will.
But they pile up, all our assumptions,
And they blow around here and there
Everywhere at times.
And then a season transforms
Them into something smaller
They change into something new and strange
And like a sea change
New ideas lead us on into the
Great unknown, the unturned stone.
Try to look at things you've seen
So many, many times before
And think of something you've
Never ever thought before.
It's there. Look deeper into the heart
Of your life's wonders. The longer you stare
At them, the more they share
At you. There are mysteries all around us
And we gather all the clues
Like the golden leaves
Turning in the November Air.

11/08/2004

Posted on 11/27/2005
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