(for Anja Elizabeth Alden, my daughter)
Having climbed the mountain of my childhood
Here I stand. On top. Taking a deep breath and taking in.
Now spread your arms and look up and just listen:
Profound silence – plus singing of birds and wind in trees.
Turn around now – how on earth did we get here?
Whose hands guided us, held us all the way?
Whose soothing voices
Coached and comforted us? Think about it.
These hands better let go now,
These voices better calm down for a while.
While we get more and more in charge
Of ourselves, of our bodies, our minds.
Or at least be quiet when we try to think and think
We know it all.
Can it get any better than this? More articulate perhaps?
Can it get any funnier than this? Oh please!
This life is mine to share, my voice speaks clearer
By the day, my body pulls me right in place.
Trust me – what lies in front of you, is
Not the Promised Land.
Not the Promised land, it will
Open its arms for you – yes, you may enter.
This not promised land just might hold
Treasures in abundance and oftentimes overwhelm you.
So, let’s just chill here for a bit and be fearless,
Breathing a deeper love – feeling completely free.