Perennial or annual?
Like a chunk of melting ice, we lose a part of ourselves with time (which doesn’t exist, remember)…
The watchman with a microscope sees his underfooting melt and float away, leaving the captain of the fleet more vulnerable.
I lost a part of me today, and will tomorrow also. The longer I live now, the less there is of me. Finally the early memories remain, and I am stripped in my naked animal vulnerability.
Grin and bear it or don’t grin? Ha ha…
Sure, time’s moving faster,
whitewater rafting between
Slow it down, slow it down!
Time’s winged chariot
catches one’s breath. How
to gentle into a peaceful
landing…How best to live until we
drift into the long day’s end?
Positive feelings about aging
equal longer life, they say.
How shall we maintain that frame
of mind? For me, it’s Curiosity!
The mysteries will always remain.
Wonder and wondering will fill
my parachute and help it to
gentle me down to a soft landing.