my feet, though tired and weary,
have walked this path for years.
my battles have left me stripped
of the things i didnt need….
of the things that had hold of me,
the things that had no value…
knowing that i know no more
than what i have felt and seen.
knowing that i know no less
than who i’ve touched, where i’ve been…
eyes grown dim still fixed,
on that light on a faraway hill.
hands and heart steady open,
giving as fast as i receive….
with gratitude for each moment,
passionate hunger that never fades…
i’d say farewell but i’m not leaving,
i’ll remain as long as the wind,
in every dropp of rain!