Arising
Walking with the wind, brown leaves at my feet,
Trees at my side and the sun shedding heat,
To myself, but not alone because one spirit's within
Every plant and animal striving to win.
My brothers and sisters form a spiritual guide,
I'll raise my head but I'll swallow my pride,
Because we're all made from One, we grow when we share.
When our height's fully reached, the soul never tears.
-written January 1977
I am learning to read the notes as I'm practicing, (when I practice). I haven't for exactly a month...
will I ever learn? My son said it was starting to sound like music.
Once in the 90's, I thought I threw away
everything I wrote, (I was just tired of papers), but then a while later, I found this one. It's published in some anthology book somewhere, but I didn't buy a copy.