I thought I would never
\nfind my way back.
\nA shell on the beach,
\na piece of lint looking for its loom.
\nI thought I was lost,
\nput to sea on an oarless boat,
\nuprooted like an old tree,
\nnever meant to be moved.
\nThe road paved and straight,
\ndestiny woven into destiny,
\nlike time measured on a clock,
\ncertain and pure,
\nand then…<\/p>\n
Fate with its wide smile,
\nits infinitesimal grin,
\nthe imp that washes our footprints away,
\nsaid, \u201cTed, it is time
\nto go into the open door of an abyss.
\nTo ascend to the sky without wings,
\nto walk on the firmlessness of the air,
\nto know there is no road
\nthat does not end,
\nno time that does not stop,
\nno light that does not leave darkness,
\nno soul that does not know its end
\nas well as its beginning.<\/p>\n
So I was cast adrift,
\nwithout job,
\nwithout friends,
\nwithout the child
\nwhose life shone like a shield,
\nsimply,
\nthat my hands must reach into the sea,
\nand feel the tide rise with a day,
\nand life must start over
\nmoment to moment,
\nsmile to smile,
\ntaking root where it can.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I thought I would never find my way back. A shell on the beach, a piece of lint looking for its loom. I thought I…<\/p>\n