Seasons of Aging


How old is young?

How young is old?

Dilemmas' ponderance
Knows not answers to much of the clock’s ticking.

The older one gets
The more becomes magical

Radiant light seems more accessible
Sounds of silence unimpaired by the resonance of noise.
Discovering a rose petal’s touch tantamount to an infant’s skin
Breathing in the fragrance of a perfume’s memory
The savor of a lover’s moist lips

For some of us…

Senses grow older
Never dying
‘Til the end

And then

For those where the end is only another beginning
Will the senses be as alive?
Will the spirit evolve into new rewards?
Does age manifest portals into shadows of shielded revelation?

Many call it baggage
Others refer to it as experience

And then…

There are those who avoid relating to the aging
Perhaps it
Might it be the fear
Of growing older
Wiser,
Kinder
More loving

Some…

May think aging is like a contagion,
Taking away some aspect of youth?

Perhaps…
Old is the only way to understand what young is truly about

Who is
Laughing
Nodding acceptance
With more wrinkles,
More of gravity’s inevitability

Yet…

Might the smiling old be the quintessential measure
Of how young one can become?

Some of us like to think
Existence might just be a series of conscious seasons.