Poetry (Marilyn P. Harrison)

(The energy of Justin Stone’s knowing heart eases my timidity of sharing inner thoughts. I have followed his suggestion and here is a copy of the poem.)

All life is formed of small things.
Little leaves make up the trees.
Many tiny drops of water, blending,
Make the mighty seas.
I do not want my impatience to mar
the Beauty of the whole.
But for the love of mankind,
I seek the silence of my soul.
I treasure each small offering.
Little headaches, little heartaches,
As I play along the path of T’ai Chi Chih,
The pain fades away.

– Marilyn P. Harrison
Sasabe, Arizona