Only stillness matters, now. I have 6 decades of noise Tucked into every crevice Of my being Nothing more fits My cavities are filled With all the memories They can possibly hold Life must go on without me.
Like a hoarder I navigate a narrow pathway To my inner sanctum Through years of experiences Boxes of memories Places I've lived People I've known...babies I've held Jobs I've had...books I've read Enough love for several lifetimes
My life was well-lived I don't need another story Like I don't need Another crocheted pumpkin Or a painting for my wall I'm like an over-producing rabbit Or maybe like a spider With a never-ending web Maybe it is time to stop spinning
You know, I listened to my mother Unweave her life-- I watched her become lighter As she dumped her grief And we cried together And I met the girl she once was And we laughed together She was seen and heard So, I carry her beloved stories, too
But, who will hear my stories? They feel so precious, so meaningful Then it dawns on me It isn't me, it is Consciousness That paints everything with love Through me It isn't the pictures or the stories It is love energy And I fall to my knees in awe As I meet Love face to face
barb j beyers 