Time out of mind

Slam the car door, leave the house behind.

Leave the job filled with injured limbs.

Double and triple check

the odometer gauge and the second hands.

Push a safe pace through the fog,

to breach the clear coastal sky,

to bona fide, heart-pounding evidence:

I breathe, I have arrived.

I’ll hike a new trail, void of ravens,

under heavens, immensely blue.

Time out, silent with herons:

my sanctified time with the truth.

The glorious green and the changing wind

brought anew, the smell of the sea.

But I’ll give them away, to you this time,

today, it’s too much for me.

For when angels ride the skies

to uplift and give you peace,

they’ll show you heaven on earth, 

and pull you out of your shoes in pieces.

I’m falling down, just looking around.

I must be out of my mind.

Every step feels like I’m rushing in,

and I do fear what I’ll find.

I need a time-out

just for the day,

but it’s never out of my mind:

Time’s too short for all I want,

and I don’t know what I’ll find.



(This is an old poem, resurfacing for me as a priority.  I have a new goal, serious exploration of meditation.  Anyone know of  an authentic class near Central California?

Mind over matter. Inner Peace. Oneness with the Universal source of Love. Whatever you want to call it.....

what brings you peace?....)