Kundalini Splendor

Enough

I think it is enough
             at times,
to go without knowing
  where the end is,
what the beginning__
            so long ago.

Perhaps you have friends
            who can whisper
             such things
             in your ear,
            hear little bits of
              messages
in the laughter of children.

But mostly we just proceed ahead,
            not remembering
            how it all started,
   where it is leading,
               not sure
if we are the waiting animal
or the animal's passing
              shadow
            in the grass.

Dorothy Walters

From: The Ley Lines of the Soul:
Poems of Ecstasy and Ascension