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