Sunday, November 2, 2014

Look out and see

On the journey to the place I felt I had to be,
I choose to look out of the window and see...

The magnanimous, glittering snow clad mountains in the distance,
formidability & grace in peaceful concurrence.
The narrow brook that finds its way around every obstacle,
playfully twisting and turning to reach its destination below.
The ravines with steep mountain sides diving into darkness,
small rocks tumble down, disappearing into the mysterious unknown.

I watch, I wonder, I introspect...
On the journey to place I felt I had to be.

The birds sing songs, flying free in the blue skies,
gliding and swerving at the intoxicating rhythms played by life.
The tiny goat tries to balance and make its way,
bravely to the juiciest grass on the vertiginous cliff.
The autumn leaves on the trees dance in the breeze,
a burst of colors & life, a carnival comes alive.

I connect, I cherish, I admire...
On the journey to the place I felt I had to be.

The child sleeps tucked in the arms of her mother,
engulfed in the innocence and purity of the dawn.
A man sits alone on the station bench, looks lost into the distance,
the scars, the wisdom, the memories, tears from his eyes flow no more.
The youth is excited, waiting expectantly for the journey up ahead,
the exhilaration, the ambition, he is ready to discover, explore & know.

I pray, I smile, I fear...
On the journey to the place I felt I had to be.

I see the world passing by, the marvels around us that we fail to see,
my mind is full of questions, some for myself & some for the rest...
I try to look for answers, I seek for a hint, a signal perhaps.
Peace and restlessness jostle with each other for space.
I wish the journey never ends, but the clock ticks on.

I take a deep breath and decide...at least for the moment,
On the journey to the place I felt I had to be,
I choose to look out of the window and see.