First Talk after Illness

Today was a good day.
Listening to the whispering,
the hum below the mind chatter
of so many stories told and retold.

So many talks' of mountains,
pilgrimages, lakes, caves, foreign lands,
Demons and Angels.
Saints, sinners, and clowns
stumbling always stumbling
some human frailty exposed.

Trying not to rush to some conclusion.
but to dangle on the ledge
of not knowing'
entangled in the ferocity of
waiting.

Why not?
Relaxing in some small place where the grief
and the dark waters of life's truths;
ease ....some breath between breaths that
releases the burned past.
Leaving some expansion, a luminosity,
some awareness of the infinite -- close at hand.
When every strategy has failed
standing on the precipice
shouting....
"I can't take any more."
So everything falls away.
"Plop"

John Travis - 08/17/09