sitting in the garden
overlooking life
long learnings
wandering turns to
pilgrimage
taking stock and seeking
some meandering meaning
it seemed to me the rivers flowed
into a sea of knowing in an un-known way
and back again
lives and loves intertwined
wove comforting bright cloth
about the shoulders of my mind
today within the sights and sounds
this fleeting second
sidelong glances
angel sounds
sense signposts
tenderly touching
opening out into
the landscape of my soul
