In My Aging

 

In my aging

I find patience

to stop cooking

and step outside

for each burst of sun

through the clouds

In my aging,

I find

 in my invisibleness,

how I used sex

to be “seen”.

Now I don’t have to be seen.

I can simply be

the imprint a bird

leaves in the sky.

Knowing the deep

goodness of life

is flowing thru me.

In my aging,

I’m immensely grateful

for my body’s

eagerness to sleep on the ground,

to hold yoga poses,

to try so many things

without constantly judging

 it’s success.

In my aging,

it’s become so easy

to see the value

of opposites in:

parenting,

in world views

and to see the

value in both,

instead of right or wrong.

In my aging my eyes see

beauty and goodness

everywhere.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

9/8/13