There are Gurus I have left unknown
and battlefields I’ve long outgrown.
There’s seeds that I regret I’ve sown;
so many truths I’ve left unknown.
So many tales I’ve left unread,
so many words weren’t left unsaid,
so much I’ve kept within my head,
on too many paths I have been led.
The time is now to walk my trail
without the fear that I might fail;
no ship bereft of rudder and sail
but rather one facing life’s gale.
Across wild seas to God knows where
(and I doubt that she would even care)
for though she might be everywhere
what will she see ‘neath this white hair;
An old man at the waterside,
too weak to swim, too proud to hide,
remembering all the truths he’s lied
and each time know his Spirit died.