Life best lived is in the grey

Today we are here, 

wandering how we got here. 

Lady Time is a beautiful gift 

for she reveals the destiny of truth. 

The beginning is the hopelessness of the romantic, 

the middle is times deepest truths,

both set the stages for the acts to reveal. 

At the turn of almost a half century, 

in just saying that, I am in awe - 

for some would have sailed through, 

for others the path is more enlightening

and for the most, the unhealed catches you too! 

For what you build now is at a crossroads.  

Is it time to build what you leave behind 

or is it time to live for the hours and days yet fewer still, 

the sunsets, 

the summers 

and the moments of intent.

This is where we find our truths. 

I set a path - 

open countryside and the four legged hearts, 

a fully grown young man, like the life that born him, 

setting on the greatest of great adventures, prepared and ready! 

I know his heart is wild for adventure 

while I sit cosy with morning coffees and evening fires. 

Life is growing still now…

a passion for the hours that fill my day 

and evenings with just pure joy and gratitude for a life well lived. 

This is choice. 

Starting at the beginning,

midway through is an adventuring spirit, 

a wanderer and praying Lady Fate will reward the brave! 

While I miss the warmth of the sun, 

the hearts that have stood the test of time with laughs and love. 

I am here where the greyness is poetic - 

life is not black or white 

sun or rain - 

life best lived is in the grey! 

It’s the choices we make everyday that leads us to and from…

this culmination of energy in what we call life

is to find the balance of holding on and knowing when to let go…

in bringing us to the water 

and only the thirst can make you drink, 

some still won’t until near death arrives and forces the hand. 

The irony is the gift of choice. 

So when words no longer speak, 

a stillness grows…

the stillness is long like the winter days - 

in that grows the clarity of days to come 

and life to live 

and moments to choose. 

What I say is simple. 

The choices I make 

are for the sunsets, 

the long walks, 

the fires burning… 

The irony on the circle, 

the infinity of continuation with no end or beginning, 

it could loop forever in the same 

or it could be unknown in the chaos, 

when we are forced on to learn, 

relearn 

and unlearn 

the reflections of days gone and the hopes of days to come. 

Sit now still 

and reflect on the last breath, 

think of the time from now to then and live! 

Where to exist and where to live - 

the line is fine and to each we own. 

All cannot be kept and all cannot go, 

all cannot be for time is not slow. 

So we walk to where they may meet or part, 

no hardness fills 

no steps 

for the next is an ask. 

Understand her not, 

she is what she is - 

a seeking nomad, 

do not fall for she is not the straight,

her dreams are not written and her life is unfolding…

experience her only, 

understand her not! 

Only the end will shed light on the beginning 

for the beginning is coming…