YOUR FEET MOVE JUST LIKE A DANCER
YOUR SOUL BEATS JUST LIKE A DRUM
TOMORROW HAS ALL THE ANSWERS
TODAY SAYS WE’VE JUST BEGUN…
Catching fifty years of living in this body can sometimes be a jolt, especially when you come upon your visage early in the morning and the light is harsh and the day is new and the sleep has settled into your lines and gray hair. Once in a while, though, in the golden hour’s light and the filtered reflection of a door window, a quick change out of swim trunks following a pool dip reveals a body that is keen on getting healthier, on surviving and thriving, on being something better than it was yesterday.
DON’T YOU FEEL THE SUN
HOPEFUL HEARTS OF THE HUMAN RACE
SHINING DOWN FROM ABOVE…
Golden hours in summer hit differently than at any other time of the year. The sun is still burning its heat through the air, you can feel it warm your skin. You’re reminded of your golden worth – the way true gold reveals itself in the end – and you suddenly see through all those flimsy gilded superficial wanna-bes void of substance. Their empty, albeit shiny and new, vessels of temptation and flash always out themselves in the end, and if you’ve been smart and careful you never took them too seriously in the first place.
WE’RE GOLDEN
BURN LIKE THE STARS
STAY GOLDEN
STRAIGHT FROM YOUR HEART
Gold can be one’s heart and constitution, or gold can be one’s deceptive covering. Only you can accept and acknowledge which gold you are, because only you in your heart truly know. And we all know, even when we don’t want to admit it to ourselves. We always know. The soul will see to what the brain might try to avoid – and the heart… well, I don’t know why any of us even tries to fool the heart after a certain age.
WITH A VOICE SAYING, “I’LL NEVER GIVE IN”
GET KNOCKED DOWN, BACK UP AGAIN
WE’RE GOLDEN, GOLDEN
THAT’S WHO WE ARE
Sometimes I forget, and it takes a fleeting glimpse of myself in the glass reflection of a summer afternoon by the pool to remind me of all that I am, the man I’ve worked years to become. Sometimes I have to call a friend and ask them to remind me of who I am, because unlike the way it’s supposed to work, the older I get sometimes the more I doubt myself. My friends are all good enough to oblige on these rare moments of faltering and questioning. They prop me up when, weary and bedraggled, I have those moments of pause. We all have them.
LIVE YOUR LIFE LIKE YOU’RE STEALING
EVERY LITTLE MOMENT IN TIME
INFINITY GOES ON FOREVER
LAY YOUR LIFE ON THE LINE
DON’T YOU FEEL THE SUN
HOPEFUL HEARTS OF THE HUMAN RACE
WRAPPED IN THE ARMS OF LOVE
Summer brings me back to the little boy I used to be, the boy who had the confidence and power and a belief in himself that he was already all that he needed to be. How strange that as our lives go on, they bring us further and further from the truths with which we are all born. Maybe I’m at the bend of a boomerang, and it’s time to start returning to those childhood truths. There are so many tantalizing ways to veer off our path, so many seductive wolves in granny’s guises, so many illusory traps whispering false words that meant nothing to anyone other than a way to pass the time. Many speak of the folly of youth – when so much more folly follows us into adulthood. Maybe growing up doesn’t involve losing ourselves to adulthood, but rather finding our way back to who we were in the beginning.
WE’RE NOT YOUNG AND WE’RE NOT OLD
WE’RE THE STORIES NOT YET TOLD
WON’T BE BOUGHT AND CAN’T BE SOLD
WE ARE GOLDEN
