March 23
MISSING
The good times we never had but should have, the
pleasantries I endured waiting for the pleasure. I remembered your potential with
fondness. The days, weeks and years I
waited for you to grow to me have passed, and yet--- time is what I have, not
you. Hope is a wonderful thing until it
turns on me and bites. Images I built
have tumbled and colors wash from your portrait. I carefully remind myself it’s the idea of
you I miss, not you.
Practice your
manners on yourself.
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Water Buddha
The longer on the river I am
the less I fear the river.
I still don’t know what lay ahead,
anything may wait for me
just around the next bend,
but I fear this less and less.
Experience is a great foundation
no matter what you are building
or in which direction.
I’ve gotten my sea-legs,
a sure sign of the mind cooperating
with the realities the body is experiencing.
I have learned to avoid some forms of trouble
and anticipate fortune more often.
Further on could be a waterfall, ocean or dam;
I will contend with any or all, come what may,
for when it comes to riding the river
I have learned the most important thing:
I don’t need to push.
You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane
and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
