I woke up this morning thinking that at 68, "I'm just at the beginning..." There is something new that I'm walking into at this stage of life. One of the mystics I read said, if you have lost your way, go back to the beginning. Somehow this painting of the light echoing off the walls of Deer Creek Canyon seems to capture this feeling of follow the light where it leads even if I don't know what's next. I wrote down this poem as I was processing the thoughts and feelings
beginning
where it all began
darkness
unknowing
alone but
not alone
simple, free
it can begin again
unclutter with
thoughts and plans
of significance
god, withness
the great mystery of life
i am void of anything
even faith in my faith
if there is anything left
it's up to you
i am done and undone
but not alone
for I know
there is love
where it all began
