I had started there and begun to wonder
About the future of my life
Somewhere between the silence and the thunder
Could I find a guide or sign
The sound of the bell from Plum Village
Echoes through the headphones on my head
Sitting in this morning meditation
Could I find the path of peace down which I’m led
Closing in on the end of my eternity
Towards what some perceive as the final truth
I lose my desire for socialised fraternity
Rather to sit and recall my days of youth
I don’t ask the obvious questions
Seek no faith to suspend or extend my passage
I am here and I am happy
I came all this way with all that baggage
The body itself is some days tiresome
No longer a competitor in the freeform sprint
But I do remember being first through the tape
Those times when schoolgirls wore chequered pink
Yet it is more than memories which drive me
Somehow I gather the power to write
It is my favourite, fun-absorbing pastime
To gift me peace with its wayward insight
