Until There Is No More You

​Looking at a picture of myself
That I took on my iPad
So I could see the fresh scar
Below my eye
Aside my nose
I notice that I am not a young man anymore

My hair thinning slightly
My beard a consistent grey
The creases on my features
That will never go away

So what does this mean
To the young spirit that resides inside me?
It's kind of a surprise
To have to identify with the geezer in the photo
(Good looking as he may be) 

An acknowledgement of the mysterious
Lifetime process
Of getting old, of moving on

You think by now it would be familiar
But that thinking would be wrong
The body may age and weaken
But the spirit remains young and strong

So what is it about our vessels
Our use-by dates
Our ticking clocks
Why such fragile forms we fill?
​
It is the ultimate paradox

As I sit here, sip my coffee
Feel the breeze
And calmly breathe
I feel serene and comfortable
As the wind rustles the surrounding trees

It doesn't matter 
What form you take
What look, what age
As long as you are here
As long as you're alive 
Your goal is simple: to make the best of life

Drink in your surroundings
Appreciate what's good
Ride the highs as well as the downswings
That's all you have to do

Hang on, chill out, get through
No one can say for certain what is coming
So keep meeting each day with momentum
Until that final rendezvous
Until there are no more considerations
Until there is no more you