Re-member-ance

Remembrance of the soul path be hurried
in the dust, the wind, the stars, beyond fury
Forever a dream is the peace of a stone
grasping at the stillness in the infinite unknown
Smelling the roses and yet thanking the thorns
for their everlasting beauty; a balancing course
a long uphill journey, and so quick to haste!
if man should find himself he must slow his pace.
Yellow and crimson a velvet rainbow unfolds
a path made of heavens where the spirit lay in hold.
Call back the beauty, the memory of your birth
plant foot in ground and feel the beat of the earth.
The spiral of a life in an eyes blink passes
so fly on the milky way, reach out and grasp it