The long journey continues;
The roadshow rolls on.
I am different but the same.
Out of the valley of darkness,
In sight of sunlit uplands.
Grateful I don’t want to die every day
And that joy sometimes appears.
Nothing to be tethered to;
Nothing to hold on to;
No place to get to;
No cloud to float on:
No destination.
I’m walking the middle path:
The four noble truths,
The 12 steps of recovery,
The friendships in fellowship
The love of a beautiful woman
All anchor me in the now.
Finally I am here, vulnerable, imperfect,
Learning to give as well as to receive.
Teachable, not in charge