A Thousand years an Hour

[William Garza]

They all died more times than they could count
All the petty gyrations and machinations in their cities
Each one...
Dying
For they are in their winter
Dry reachings,like empty branches in cold winds whispers
You can hear them...if you stop and listen...to them
And their stories
They
Are our stories

Awaiting the coming of spring once again to shoot green and bland things
As they have done
They...have done.

Yet slouched under winter grey and precisely 18 per-cent...in color skies they dream in summer and the language of flowers
They are the first
Idle thoughts in cafe,chair and choirs motions...
The
Idyll thoughts..of shedding thoughts and skin and into...

Breathing sounds
Tide unbound
Away from winters sounds

Of slouching home once again
Once again to grasp the feeling of living
Of hot and moist thoughts...so fertile grounds for the journey
And they are no longer dying
They count heartbeats until the turning away and turning to...the Way

And once again rough Pilgrims bloom to the road
Inexplicably drawn like dandelion seeds
Is it gravity
Or divine breath blowing west
Or is it themselves that launch into the urgent breeze blowing them toward Santiago

And they are no longer dying
They are living

Pilgrim
Stop thinking of going
And be about the business of going....you can deny yourself daily for a thousand years an hour and still not feel alive until your burning feet are cooled by walking

Be Blessed

 

[Derrybiketours]

Amazing, did you write this? Its speaks to me of the tree's and reminded me of Osho

 

[William Garza]

Yes, it came to me suddenly this morning

 

[Shades of Narnia]

Yes, it came to me suddenly this morning

Beautiful! Thank you, fondly sandi

 

[NorthernLight]

It came to you this morning.
Intact, like the blueprint Noah received? Or had it simmered at night on a back burner in your mind, ignored, slowly seasoned with fresh old breezes, yellow arrows, and sounds of hedgerow rustlings, faintly remembered?

I too dream nightly of the way. I too must stop remembering and start going.