WALKABOUT

One day I found myself 


on walkabout within My Self 


And I was shocked by 


My inner terrain.





Litter tossed about 


Everywhere scattered memories


Bits of broken dreams


Unfinished projects 


Misplaced thoughts 


Pieces of things long past


Left behind for another day.





All shuffled-about 


Harnessed bits of chaos


These things I’ve packed away.





I go walkabout within


My Self and Me my only companions


Taking inventory.


Setting out to cleanse space


Requires determination, 


Perseverance,


Tenacity and creativity.





I set out!





Radically clearing spaces


Of unacceptable energies 


Unnecessary processes 


Outmoded habits and crumbling structures.





I was unmindful of probabilities


That alterations to my path


Therefore changes the paths’ of 


Those traveling beside me.


Had I been aware I might have


Given some warning


Or possibly had some.





At the time ~ I had naught!





The landscape of ME has forever transformed.


I’ll understand if you no longer 


Recognize the terrain.





This path I traverse must be 


Only as I see it


No longer will I set my pace 


For those who journey beside me


Even now


With the knowledge that some 


May not keep up.





The process of discovery 


Discourages expectation of that


Which is being discovered and


I have no control over these changes


Only over how I choose to change.





Today I still find myself on


Walkabout within My Self.


I am hoping to find you beside me


Sometimes ... somewhere


Along my way.





03/15/04


Revised 09/09/09