The Walk

I'm on this walk

this journey through time

where I exist only in the eyes

of the sincere observer

but there are so few,

so few who choose to see

and look for my truth

it is there for the knowing

but is that only knower me

I walk through days stormy

and welcome days serene

I make it one step at a time

as I free myself of judgment

and the sudden misfortune

of black coal actions and choices

that cast fire upon my

thoughts and perceptions

leaving me solo to clear the ashes

and nurse wild burns

of ego controlled actions

I concentrate - fully aware

of each step, each breath

as I walk, though

there are those times

when I must walk - alone