“You are Enough for Me”

“You’re burning daylight, Pilgrim” I hear the old fighter pilot say,
“You’re running out of altitude, air space and ideas.”

I look in the mirror each morning and somehow what I see’s not what I feel. How to Be is the lived Question.
My Life itself runs through each slipping moment breathed,
precious, irretrievable, making morning coffee, feeding the cat, checking the mail.

In the Mirror, It’s always Roll Call here.
I show up for it, having left beauty behind with my dreaming. I show up for it in wrinkled grandmother skin like my own Nana, not smelling of roses like she did, but of vetiver and opium. I’m an old hippie Chick left over from the 60’s Bash. Didn’t like billy-clubs or placards either one then and won’t choose a side at this late date.

Shutting these eyes to pray, same as I did then, a child in a Pittsburgh church longing for visions at the altar.
But i’ve no words left. And over the years, my beloved books have multiplied themselves on the waiting shelf. Where there were 10 at most, now 200 plus and more. But when I breathe my last living breath, my best-beloved Gita, Bible, Kabbalah and even Rumi’s grace…will their crumbling pages comfort my passing? I think not. I’ll leave those for the children’s fresh eyes.

Breathe, breathe. Be Still.
At this late age i feel the energies rise for the very first time, as some ancient virgin, rising from Dead.

How to Live, the only Question.
While you’re still living, live! – The only Answer.

Be the Cup if you will–
bejeweled, of wood or clay
Be the Sword if you wish–
Be glittering sharp blade,or broken.
Whatever you Will, is Mine for you.

My love waits and whispers,
You are Enough for Me.
Beloved,
You may be Flame
Itself.