On the edge I stand…
Neither here nor there.
The edge of night
As morning dawns –
The edge of time
As seasons merge.
The edge of dreams
As sleep dangles before me
Oh, so close
And yet, so far away
On the edge I stand
Looking over the horizon
With Winds of Change
Brushing through my hair.
There are Whispers
Moving through the air.
Neither male nor female,
Neither loud nor hushed
Neither questioning
Nor answering
Neither asking to be heard,
Nor keeping secrets…
Just voices that whisper
Through eternity
Whether or not
Anyone’s there
To dare or care
To listen
On the edge I stand…
Bare feet gripping solid ground
While my gaze and arms extend
Towards the Heavens
Aware
That I am neither
Here nor there…
And that I belong
To them both –
A product of
The precious love
generated between
Father Sky
And Mother Earth –
Father Time
And Mother Nature.
I see the Sun and Moon
Side by Side
Sharing space
in the womb of the sky.
Like sibling rivals,
I hear them debating…
“Should the earth move
From beneath Her feet,
Would She fall…
Or would She fly?”
On the edge I stand…
My laughter echoing
Through the Grand
Canyon of Life…
“Solar Power and Lunar Glow,
Here’s the truth you both should know…
Neither of you right shall gloat…
I’d not fall nor fly —
I’d float!”
On the edge I stood
As the Winds of Change did blow
And it’s there I found the courage
At long last… to let go
And become One
With the All That Is
In the infinite
Universe –
Where I am simultaneously
Empty and full
Everything and nothing
Lost and found
Where my voice
Joins in harmony
With the symphony of life…
To be or not be
Heard by a soul who
Cares or dares
To find themselves
Standing
On the Edge
Neither here nor there
Listening to the voices
Of the Winds of Change
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w.l.f.
~Written between 11:55 p.m. and 12:05 a.m. on 8/13 and 8/14~
*Original, unedited, raw, imperfect creative expression*
On the edge I stood
As the Winds of Change did blow
And it’s there I found the courage
At long last… to let go
I could see myself standing on the edge of a sea cliff, arms outstretched, salt wind blowing my hair. Beautiful poem.
Thank you, Urban Panther – and I’m so sorry it took me so long to respond. Apparently I fell… not only off of this edge, but from the face of the earth for a while! Regaining balance, I’m trying to catch up with myself and all that I missed. I pulled this poem up tonight to share it with my son and found your comment… unanswered by me.
Your ability to see yourself in my poem is a wonderful compliment. Thank you.
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searched crow medicine card and came upon this site…
winds blowing today…hoping they are the winds of change.
Beautiful poem…”float” I love it 🙂 TY for sharing