September Breeze

As I look at the hourglass - at its sparkling sand dropping slowly one grain at a time,

I see myself in a white gown walking towards the exit.

Nobody has taught me how to walk this path.

It is not their fault.

How do you teach someone you don't recognize?

How do you teach somebody whose reflection doesn't match your truth?

You live and hope your life is a lesson.

You live and don't dream about teaching, but you do.

Once in a while, your child is not your own.

Your child is a stranger.

You desperately want her to be the familiar.

But you see nothing but a flower garden made of silk and golden thread.

I walk the path slowly.

I wear my white gown made of silk flowers and golden thread.

We are all embracing this path.

We are all content with it.

This map is my path, whatever is left of it.

It is a fun game.

Reminds me of Mario Bros map a little.

    Those silly creatures jumping over silly things - what a lovely symbolism.

Each destination represents a state.

Each location helps to move forward.

Being there trains me.

It makes me skillful, apt, agile.

It allows me to walk my path along the freedom,

The freedom as a September breeze - delightful, cool, smelling like falling leaves and wet sand.