Unspoken

Are you waiting for me, as older,
to call and make amends for so long ago?
Could I weave the magic of forgiveness both ways?
We are different people now, in different places
The thought of returning to this past issue
strikes terror in my heart; your spirit so strong
your clarity of what was right and wrong
and on which side you fall, no questions asked

Yet stories differ with the hearts from which they come
I seek the path of least resistance
the gentler path; the memories of our love

Radha

Retirement Meditation

The yoga teacher speaks of the thymus gland
Hands in prayer position, thumbs touching chests, we listen
Close your eyes and go there she says and I do
to green fields spread out and blue sky
to openness and serenity

Next time, thumbs pressed to sternun
I try to return there... but
the edges are all rusty
the field funneled to an end, a cliff top
I stand where the land drops away
abruptly... my heart closes in fear
Am I ready to jump ? My eyes open
What signifigance is here, I muse

I long for those green fields
that my life should be thus :
spacious, no fear
My mind softens the cliff to a green slope
Do I dare to fly here?

Radha

The Little Bird

She sits on the snowy walk
stopped in action
Her wings spread behind her
feet curled under her chest
Black beads of eyes focussed inward
or somewhere far away
As if stopping to think
As if she could take off
Fly away any moment

Yet she is frozen and stiff
No movement, no breath
I lift her gently
her head still held up
Perhaps she hit the window, I think
and hope her passage was peaceful

Radha