This old body is a trial
Like a broken down shoe,
I'm a single sock where once were two
Wanderer in the night,
I stumble in the daylight
A shrunken car,
I'm a single sock where once were two
I stumble in the daylight
These days I can't go far
Thinking on dancing Shiva,
I wish I were a true believer
~*~
6 comments:
a true believer, i guess it might be easier. me too.
I love the John Burroughs quote on your sidebar. You seem a deep, thoughtful thinker. This getting old thing, and I'm right there with you, is sure a new challenge for us. How can we piece together some peace? Some beauty? Judy
Yes, perhaps being a 'true believer' would make things easier, but I shall never know.
you are dancing in your own way-i enjoy your dance! believing as you will. i'm ok with never knowing.
(((Michelle))) have the doctor's given you any medication for pain relief medication?
in the terms the Dalai Lama sets...i think we ARE true believers....
true to turning our faces to the Path and Just Going. I think that's
belief enough for one lifetime...
Close your eyes and envision your Self dancing as mirror image to Shiva.
even if the body can't, the Heart can dance.
I love you so much.....
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