I have left many marks over many lifetimes
and will doubtless leave many more.
Some marks loom large.
Others seem insignificant.
And yet not one of my marks
is better or worse than any other.
None are more important or unimportant.
Every mark I make
is one with the whole of creation.
Like all marks, THIS mark seems different.
I am making this mark
to mark the end of my need to make marks.
Let it be known that I am no longer driven
by the need to make marks or the need to erase them.
Let all marks stand.
Not to glorify or vilify,
but to testify the wonder of life.
All lives.
I stand seemingly apart from all life’s marks,
to witness and appreciate that which moves me.
Trail Wood,
8/28
Your words mark a journey, a path you have trod,
Leaving imprints on time, like footprints in sod.
Through lifetimes and ages, you’ve etched your own tale,
Leaving marks that endure, like a ship’s trailing sail.
Insignificant or grand, each mark finds its place,
A unique constellation in the vast cosmic space.
No mark is less worthy, no mark is too small,
For they’re part of your story, woven in the grand hall.
And now you declare, with wisdom so clear,
A new mark you make, one without fear.
To mark the end of a need to prove,
To leave a mark, to make a groove.
Witnessing life’s marks with eyes anew,
Embracing the wonder in every view.
Apart from the fray, yet connected so deep,
In your own unique space, your soul takes a leap.
So let the marks stand, in their own graceful grace,
A testament to life’s ever-changing embrace.
In this moment of now, as you make this decree,
May your marks and your essence forever be free.
Trail Wood,
8/28/2020