Wednesday, December 22, 2010

WANTING

I want to keep dancing
without rushing through the steps
swaying with the trumpets
savoring every moment

I want my mind to be focused
on the here and now
dancing with mindfulness
singing with silence

I want to keep chopping wood
to keep the music burning
sipping hot tea
listening to the birds at the feeder

I want to remain an old poet
who still has more words
floating beneath each breath
entertaining the falling stars

I want to accept death
and the journey beyond somewhere
realizing the trip just keeps moving
knowing nothing it's all a mystery

I want to remain naked
without a trace of prejudice
leaving it all behind
wanting nothing

5 comments:

irenet23 said...

"wanting nothing"..Wayne, this is a very mature poem, like vintage. I like it a lot especially the 4th stanza.

vivinfrance said...

Amen. An inspiring poem to this old poet!

flaubert said...

Wayne a stellar poem.
"wanting nothing" what a lovely concept.
Happy holidays to you and yours.
Congrats on your beautiful granddaughter!
Cheers,
Pamela

gautami tripathy said...

One great poem!

Merry Christmas to you and you family!! May your muse be always with you.

dead woman and her wants

Susannah said...

Oh, I really enjoyed this! especially the last stanza.

"I want to remain naked
without a trace of prejudice
leaving it all behind
wanting nothing "

Powerful, profound and very very beautiful.