On the wings of flowers
The soul of me soars.
I am part of life’s continuity:
Now an elder with offerings,
Beyond the ego and the challenges of my youth
A sense of wisdom gained. 

I allow myself
Time…
To sit before poppies in bloom
With you.
To dissolve into awareness. 

Tell me of the light:
We share
Rests in my heart,
Found in your eyes
Before the words…
The beaconing.

 © Gary Ibsen Trust 6/20/2019
Photo: Poppies In Our Garden by Gary Ibsen 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gary Ibsen
June 20, 2019