Life is like hide and seek
Burying your faults under fuzzy blankets
Searching for truths and treasures
In dark alleys of your mind
Before lights fade and you are called home
Ready or not here we come
But we are not searching
Until we look into a baby’s eyes
And find the sea
You are not playing this game
It plays you
Until you realize
The hourglass is nothing but sand
To sift between your fingers
And toss into the wind
You have already won
When you stand silent on the mesa
Sunlight blessing your face
Tracing the shadows of the eagle’s talons
Looking over this canyon
You know
You know that you are
In that one place
That grabs you
By the corners of your mouth
And lifts you up
Elated for the moment
Enlightened forever
mishunderstood 
Wonderful! It touched on my childhood and the angst of growing older. An insightful journey.
Thank you! 🙂
I liked the imagery your words gave me. Very nice.
Thank you, Donna. 🙂
Your blog and your writing are beautiful. Pensive. Thoughtful. Thanks so much for finding my blog this morning. Your blog is a treasure.
Thank you, Lois! 🙂 It was my pleasure to find yours.
What a gift you have with words!
Thank you so much, beverly..that means a lot. 🙂
Wonderful poem, Mish 🙂
Thanks, Melanie. I always appreciate your comments. 🙂
The hourglass is nothing but sand.. very insightful.. The image of standing on the mesa in the sun is one I long to meet.
If you’ve loved, indeed you’ve won
I am reminded of old rituals, of facing the sun, tossing the sand up, of even, passing the pipe….Standing on the mesa….just a wonderful write. I see in my mind the Badlands.
I am liking and resonate with the spiritual reach of this piece – Thank you… With Best Wishes Scott http://www.scotthastie.com
“Hide and seek” indeed! Well done!
What a beautiful glorious moment ~ Love this part:
When you stand silent on the mesa
Sunlight blessing your face
Tracing the shadows of the eagle’s talons
The eyes of a child know only presents of presence
the eyes of a sea only know the flow of watered gift
the eyes of an adult can see so far behind and far
ahead and lose the present of life altogether lost
and never now..
Truly to be enlightened is simply to be a child
again.. lost in the moment of never never land
a place with no time and place but only now..:)
Beautiful metaphorical imagery in this 🙂
it is precious when we’re ready once we get there… with a smile..
Such a strong tone of triumph. It is weighed down with heavy words that produce a lighthearted effect, most notable near the end. Breathtaking.
‘Ah, the hourglass is but sand to sift between your fingers.’ That is one powerful image…and yes when we come to enlightenment it is a beautiful thing!
Love the idea of that one place that grabs you by the corners of your mouth and lifts you up
“Until we look into a baby’s eyes
And find the sea”
Man, that’s where all the answers are.
“You have already won
When you stand silent on the mesa
Sunlight blessing your face”
This was excellent… Transcending…
“we are not searching
Until we look into a baby’s eyes
And find the sea”
Such soulful words, loved your piece.