Head in the sky, feet lightly touching the ground,
The only constant of this year has been change.
Finding myself in a place neither here nor there,
Yet striding out bravely on a path of renewal.
Never thought my world would shift so fast,
With control of this strange life back in my grasp.
The temples of India were a journey back to Self,
Wrung clean of the world to see my place in life.
Heard the voices of ages espousing the Truth,
The oneness of a universe that’s inclusive of all.
Soul washed clean beside one timeless ocean,
Life brought back in focus on the shores of another.