8/2/08
He is not old who lives himself apart From sorrow and the sting of hopelessness, But rather in the quietness of self Looks calmly on events without distress And sees beyond the limits of the mind, The turmoil of emotions that comprise Our waking state and trouble us in sleep, Who holds the wonder found in children's eyes In the stillness of a heart grown wide and free. He is not old who having left the fields Of arrogance and greed and small desires No longer to the play of passion yields But knows the secret cave where love resides. He is not old who welcomes all things new, Delights in beauty, seeks her in all forms, His life a sacred plenitude of grace, A gift that deepens knowledge and aware That earth is the conscious spirit's chosen place.
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