I chose my path and all it had,
Unknowing of others
With more spirit, kindness and equal strength
Who could make my journey
True and meaningful.
She chooses to follow galaxies
Laughing about observations made
From my own life.
I spent a lifetime struggling-
To survive, to just be.
My hands were calloused with holding
Weapons forged in life’s hot fires;
Fighting every inch of the way.
She tells me that life is better spent
If the tides are chosen well,
To swim easily, not fighting for every breath.
At cross roads, I often stumbled
Mistaking smiles for love:
Not realising that the sharpest fangs
Are hidden in the sweetest intonations
Of welcoming companionship.
She tells me that at cross roads,
All which matters is an unfailing compass
That marks out the pole star
Of your own destiny.
At unforgiving transitions then,
May you fare better than I did, my child.
And may my failures be
For always choosing better:
Cross checking with your inner eye-
That unfailing star, unerring compass,
That Kindly light,
Showing you the Way.