This one thing

the things i’d like to teach you
are so many, and yet so few of
them make sense to me still 
as i search and seek for 
insights, for peacefulness, 
for the thrill of
understanding,
wisdom,
balance in walking this world
but then sometimes,
ah, yes, those special sometimes,
i unexpectedly touch the tapestry
of harmony and 
the majesty of life’s grandness, 
unfurled like a banner, a flag, a huge sign
for all to see
that brush with wonder is indescribable
the sense of being so deep, so full
it’s easy to doubt it happened
it’s hard to prove it was there
a joy forever imprinted within me
an awareness too difficult to share 
this, the whole, any or all
of it directly
these things
they cannot be transferred
they are things that must be found
by each of us
along and with the rest, 
they are things that cannot be placed inside you, 
except through your own feeble and 
best steps
and missteps
your own journey
on a path carved out by you alone 
and
the universe, the Creator, and
the bonds you make with life's 
simple lessons
the small number of learnings
the most basic of 
discoveries, the essence 
of why you are here.
i dare not presume to uncover them
for i know not how to bare the
heart of the cosmos so it is
visible
tangible
sensed solely by you, or by anyone,
for it is not my place, it is not my time
it is wholely yours, 
it is uniquely the rhyme that you 
write in your own, your 
beautiful, your
marvelous, your
magically wondrous
 story.


know though
please know 
 this one thing - 


you travel not alone, for
you are held by
you are embraced inside
you are bathed with
you are the embodiment of


 love