The human body carries
the mysteries of soul into
life and living with little complaint
no hesitation about
where we go
how we get there ~
except ~
when true age is forgotten ~
vanishing as though a mere mirage ~ appearing magically with creaks, groans, and stiffness ~
still willing to keep moving…..
cautiously and grateful for
time to rest ~ waiting for
the magic of mirage to return.
“For the moment I can only cry out that I have lost my splendid mirage.
Come back, come back, O glittering and white!”
~ F.Scott Fitzgerald
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