Serenities Path

 

My mind is a garden

With petal, plant and bush

With soil that is rich and clear sparkling brook.

This garden that I Am.

 

Spirit nourishes the roots of my Being.

Tis the Light of my Soul

That allows me to grow.

 

I Am  the gentle fragrance of the rose

Yet I too am the sting of the nettle

That guards the edge of the path,

Meandering through this Enchanted Land.

 

Stooping now to pick a weed.

Or so to think it seems

For soon it returns, as if to say,

That it has it’s place to.

 

There are murky ponds

And crystal pools.

Valleys and meadows

And mountains high.

 

At times the path climbs upon the edge

Of jagged crevice or becomes the trestle

Crossing a vast chasms of fear.

At times it is felt as a Radiant Glow,

Supporting and caressing my feet below.

 

Looking back, soon I see

That all is but memories,

Experiences past.

 

Each side of the Now

Is bright and full

Of blossoms sweet, a land that is blessed.

With balance, joy and happiness.

 

Ahead lies a mysterious quest,

Yet one that ensures success,

If I but stay on the path.

 

For my choice, it is

To tarry here or forge ahead.

To look back viewing the memories

Of long ago.

Or try to perceive a future lent

Of unknown event.

 

Or may I just enjoy this moment

Of Light and Love Serene,

That is this Path of Life.