The past often feels like another life full of travel and adventures. Socialising on bush walks, in cafes, outgoing and always friendly. I have no great expectations of the future as death lurks closely!
The sun rises gently peering around a few low lying clouds. The tide swiftly flows in bringing the rhythmic shout as the dragon boats train. The garbage truck is stopping and starting. The birds noticeably absent. Ensconced cosily in my forever home, the sacred space to meditate …
life and river flow
fleeing like my moments
my cycle ebbing
PS Not dying at this stage but knowing that ‘death’ lurks near ensures I get my priorities straight!