Can people be the sustenance of our
life?
The very rocks upon which we stand?
And climb?
The soil into which we dig and sow our
gardens?
The shared air we breathe--in and out,
in and out?
Ether onto which we gaze and wonder?
Hearts openly sharing joy and
happiness?
Can people be the sustenance of our
life?
Or must we cultivate our own ground?
Our own grounding?
Rooted in self-love that seeps from our
core?
Sprouting happiness
Sustained in fertile seeds we plant and
reap?
Ever vigilant in the lone hours?
Can people be the sustenance of our
life?
Or must we satiate our soul’s desires,
alone
On paths, separately searching?
Or perhaps, just perhaps,
Along side
Hand-in-hand with our beloved--
Our paths converging in free-flight.
Kat
25 January 2016
