If I gathered all the things I cherish
That which would be my treasure
would be only those things that
made my heart and mind what
they are now
My memories, my reveries, my dreams
The moments that touched me
That touched my hand,
That touched my head
That touched my heart
Objects and possessions would not
take space in my trove
Easily, they've accumulated
having momentary memories
some more significant than others
now they gather dust
In reflection, moments of sadness
seem to have lasted longer
than those of fondness
those moments of joy and Love
have left greater imprint though
but that’s by choice
Forward as I walk
my eyes are focused
so that they can see
not distracted by memories
My arms and heart
reach out to that which
now comes before me
Love and music fill
my backpack
I enjoyed your blog, but I must put my shoes back on now! The first stanza of this poem reminded me of my statement on my profile on fb. I will visit again. Thank you for sharing a little of your 'soul food'. The videos were both fun and thought provoking.
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