Don’t let my white hair fool you
I have a story to tell
This is my dream
I walk this earth
I feel the wind on my skin
I watch the clouds pass by
undisturbed by my illusions

I speak – simple words come through me
I breathe – I am
I love – the tears show me the way
I get mad
I daydream
I nurture a family, a garden
I wait for the hummingbirds to visit

My hands show the years gone by
leathery, dark, deep blue veins
the blood that fueled the decisions of my youth
still flows through my body
pain and stiffness and regrets
ghosts lingering
the past has marked the corners of my mind

Peace is an everyday practice
one breath at at time
each wave as it comes
I breathe through it
I’m beginning to understand
my warrior nature

I still stand
my roots grow deep
my arms embrace this moment
love is practice
fighting the fight
many have fought
never knowing what will be
walking, breathing, living, being.

Copyright ⓒ 2011 Yota Schneider – the art of pausing / Photo credit Arbre Réflexologie © Stef in BA –

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