DocAndersen
The path to yesterday winds
slowly
like a snake
around and around
climbing.
Each step was taken
feet heavier with the passing time
each step
laborious. That moment
when
considering
what was
what was to be
and what is left
you stop.
The sound
around us
in us
of us
becomes more real.
Do we have to continue
if we already know?
The answer
not provided by a guru
on a mountain
trod by those
who seeking truth
continued on
I
am the sound of stopping.
Reminds me of a song that talks about seeing your life flash by your eyes like pages in a book.
Thanks, Carol! It was one I wrote a long time ago.
It is still relevant and I enjoyed the words.