Allowing April

April has been quite a month.

As in Dicken's Tale of Two Cities,

"it was the best of times...it was the worst of times",

which is LIFE in a nutshell.

Nepo's words today brought me some perspective and appreciation

for the inevitable waves of this "one vast ocean we

never stop crossing, even at death."

One Constant Arrival

Whether drifting through life on a boat or climbing

toward old age leading a horse,

each day is a journey

and the journey itself is home.

--Basho

"...we must accept that no matter the shore before us, 

the swell and toss of the sea never ends.

When brought to the crest of a swell, 

we can see as far as eternity and the soul has perspective, 

but when in the belly of those waves, we are,

each of us, for the moment, lost.

The life of the soul on Earth has us bobbing on a raft of flesh 

in and out of view of eternity,

and the work of the inner pilgrim is to keep eternity 

in our heart and mind's eye

when dropped in the belly of our days."