"Life is the dancer and you are the dance."
Eckhart Tolle

Monday, February 7, 2011

Life's Journey monday poetry potluck-#21-aims, goals,ambitions

Completely missing the target
an arrow in my hand, gripping it tightly,
it fell at my feet from my sweaty palms,
blisters already forming.
Walking along a highway in
the night with no coat
to keep me warm,
I see a solitary armadillo
looking for its meal.
I won’t stop to chat about the weather.
Instead I’ll ask how it feels
to have year-round shelter from the cold.
Knowing I may not get an answer,
I’ll continue on that road,
hoping I won’t stumble … 


  1. But until tonight,
    as we snuggled in the delicious intimacy
    of true lovers,
    jigsaw pieces in a perfect fit,
    this apartment was not Home....

    love the details or words..divine entry.


  2. This poem expresses so well our life's journey. We are never really "at home." Also a great sense of place.

  3. At risk of repeating myself: another lovely mix of serious and fun.

  4. i am anxious to know what lies behind these parables of yours haha! here's mine in case you have not read~ http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/03/12/broken-home/

  5. Life's journey can be filled with potholes, Victoria.

  6. I would like to know also, fiveloaf.

  7. I love the armadillo. Somehow, his home-on-home seems like the best of all worlds. And you never know - just once he might give an answer,

  8. Agreed RJ, an interesting animal,
    but I am almost certain one
    is never going to speak to me:)

  9. Nothing is certain but uncertainly. Living with ambiguity and dislocation: that's life journey. Fine contribution to Potluck, Pam. Thank you.

  10. That is the absolute truth, Jamie
    Thanks for potluck!