The journey 

is full of contradictions 

and questions. 

You don’t know the way. 

What and who you think you know, 

you discover you do not. 

Messages are indecipherable, 

if they come at all. 

But some guidance  

lands in your path or 

takes a seat beside you. 

A helpful person points you 

in the right direction. 

A mentor confounds you, 

yet fixes your gaze 

with loving hazel eyes. 

And you discover that complaining  

no longer makes sense. 

Just keep walking. 

A little drizzle is no obstacle. 

Let the angry and complaining 

words go. 

Remember the truth and kindness 

in those hazel eyes. 

Keep walking towards 

your destination. 

 We Are Paired

We Are Paired



Through the white smoke of our confusion

we forget that the massive cliffs and daunting

oceans of our lives are paired with tiny chapels

and grottos that point us toward what is truly

vast.



The crumbs that we leave upon the narrow

paths are meek attempts at grasping the familiar.

Yet they are paired with songbirds and small

creatures sustained by that very life bread,

inviting us to live what is unknown and enlivening.



The young man walking behind us, and the

young woman kissing us passionately, are paired

with us, and live inside us in our dreams.



And the bountiful mother caressing and swaying

her child with arms that swing with the breezes,

reminds us that everything is paired with its perfect

complement, for we are not walking the path alone,



indeed, we are, always, being held.



  

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