TRIP TO HISTORIC BATH POEM 63

The path is rarely smooth, when we challenge ourselves. To challenge yourself, is to ask yourself to grow in some way, and so it is a little painful sometimes.

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“No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path.” Gautama Buddha

Armed

We stand adrift from the crowd,

A couple holding hands staring,

Almost gawping for the newness,

We have found a new home.

Bridled by love there is only one path,

So which to take I do not know my love,

Both are long and the trail might end,

The leafy branches give no clue.

Passion begins a tryst and as the flames

Subside embers glow hot and heady,

For the smoke rises as a blessing high,

And you see what is left, the remains.

What the ashes will read we do not know,

But passion does not last and life continues,

So while it is hot we luxuriate in that,

The day is short and temper lasts but hours.

“As one gets older one sees many more paths that could be taken. Artists sense within their own work that kind of swelling of possibilities, which may seem a confusion, or a freedom.” Jasper Johns