Free Write on an Unwritten Page

Oregon Trip 041

The child’s wings are nearly formed.

Halfway to 100, I stare at an ocean,

a mirror, an unwritten page.

I see I have mastered nothing I have been told is necessary.

Language of intimate partnership,

Fluency in economic excess,

Ownership of home or property,

Ambition to build.

What I need I have attained.

Ability to sit in a room with nothing and find happiness.

Life is a gift, food is a gift, water is a gift, breath is a gift.

Molecules are celebration of atomic particles and subatomic particles infinitely attached to all that is.

Peace is possible until the day it no longer exists inside one human heart.

In proportion to people’s capacity to live into love and peace, true power can outlive control of a few.

Community is the law of survival. Even a lifelong loner-learner belongs to the circle of gold crowned sparrows.

Whether I remain, float or swim to a new shore is immaterial to the ocean. I have all I need.

About Erin W

A sensitive plant, bamboo strong.
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2 Responses to Free Write on an Unwritten Page

  1. Ursula Roosen-Runge says:

    Beautiful ­ a lovely way to start an otherwise dismal migrainy day. I shared it with my friend Faith ­ I have told her about your blog ­ in some ways she is a kindred soul with you.

    Love ­ so glad I have you in my life and you are still writing.


  2. Erin W says:

    Love you! May your migraine be gone.

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