Growing Older; Glowing Wiser.
Folks now stand to give me their seats on buses,
And the middle-aged rise, so that I can sit on trains.
Talk about Father Time! What a merciless rogue!
He seems to creep up on me these days!
One split second and it’s a birthday,
Then another season and it’s time for one more dance.
Yesterday I stood in front of the mirror at home
And it was callous, ruthless, unforgiving; almost brutal!
Lard ah mercy! Me soon come, Heaven …me soon come!
Getting serious, old age is a new page!
Sure I’m moving on, and for the emphasis of drama,
I thought that I’ll embellish this prose a little,
And after all, it’s true, isn’t it? Or is it?
I look forward not to the flight of years, but to the dawn of wisdom.
I look forward to the beginning of a glorious experience.
Life simply is, and it is so beautiful to be in this moment!
No heavy elephants of the past on my shoulders; no future burdens,
But a sweet deliberate flow, in the Here and Now.
Like the butterfly, life continues to renew itself;
Springs forth from another cocoon and dazzles,
Ever more beautiful, as it should.
Some remain active at ninety, as they were at forty,
And their minds are as sharp as their Hearts young.
They have understood the value of making age an asset,
And not a liability to their needs.
Sweet mama did plenty, me tell you;
Still churning the ice-cream can way into her seventies,
Until hours before her lights went out.
We grow young … when we know how to let go of the fears
Of past and future, to see life as an asset and not a liability,
To accept in order to transform; to mould the sticky clay,
Until it becomes a beautiful vase.
We may not have the vigour of youth, but we can diversify;
Seek new horizons to augment our talent
For the discovery of new dawns.
Old age has emerged from the hard grind of labour.
Now a forward step on the ladder of life;
It sets new horizons; new goals,
Hungering and burning for a greater harvest,
While keeping the mind alert,
And the Soul young.
One needs to be a Bird of the Heart,
And not a prisoner of the mind;
To be fresh like dew, and ready to sing, like music,
We grow old when we cease to dream!
God is life, and life is self-renewing,
Like the gleam of daybreak,
Promising new aspirations and vibrancy,
To all who embrace this struggle.
So as we gaze into the infinite,
Let us look ahead at all times,
Being busy doing the things of substance,
With the fullness of joy in our hearts.
We are the children of a birthless and deathless Light,
Ceaselessly streaming its beckoning lustre
Into the core and spirit of man.
And so I give thanks to an unknown Entity
That brought me into this world;
A Queen of a mom who kept me in her womb for nine months,
Singing lullabies that echoed in my Spirit…
Last night, for my Birthday, good friends did things for me
That made my heart melt and my Spirit joyful.
They sang cute songs and lit candles,
And I felt the golden moments of a prayer emerging in my Soul,
Singing, ‘Give God the glory. Alleluia! Praise be!”
Manatita, The Flame-Weaver. Copyrighted, 10th February, 2016.
~Awakening The Inner Light ~
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