Connection Now or Never

a poem I wrote under a weeping willow tree, next to the water off the Vashon Island of the pacific Northwest, only way to the island is ferry boat. But I had a mind of creativity there.

Never found connection like this

I find bliss,

In the winds blowing a weeping

willow tree,

Oh, silly me

I searched

It wasn't something you can really see,

just feel

reveal a tear from the place I hide

I got,

my pride in spots,

Let go of being in my mind a lot,

The sensory of being with my soul

as I stroll

with the sand between my toes

Only this body grows old

However, I live

Life is truly what we venture to

and give I do

I do not need to make a stamp for you

to remember me

If they never knew my soul then,

they knew only a body's name

a mental view

and never found a connection

Author's Note

Just allowing spirit to take control of my pen.