May 21st 2009
~Anjo passante
I sit outside in my swing for a while
And smell the scent of the night.
It’s dark, so dark, I can not see
So I look up to the twinkling sky.
I close my eyes in gratitude
For the limitless space out there;
Realizing again just how familiar it is -
Boundless possibilities and freedom therein.
Gently, yet deeply, I inhale and smell
The wonderful scent of the night.
It heightens my senses, I become aware
Of the fathomless, vast space inside.
My soul is housed in this earthbound body
Yet bound my soul will never be.
I am free to recall, I am free to imagine
Thus, I live my life just as I want it to be.
~Viola Jaynes
May 2009
May 8th 2009
There is a time that will surely come
When all that has been, will become a question.
A question, not to be answered by the learned
But one to be lived, again and again.
What have I wrought with my life thus far?
Has it been purely to protect myself alone?
Is there a purpose to this life I live,
Or, is life just waves of motions, taking their turn?
Does my touch, or my smile, or anything at all
Have any effect on this vast world?
Do my passions count as I long for keener awareness
For that, Loving Being, far greater still?
Friends will come and friends will go -
While we grow and change along the way.
Do they, as I, just try to find a certain rhythm
That makes some sense to their searching minds?
Quietly, I kneel in surrender
Laying my questions on the altar of my soul.
There, I am met by Wisdom, which is far greater
Than the many questions born out of such limited terrain.
~Viola Jaynes
May 2009
