What I Have Not Done

There is so much I have never done
and will never do.
Is it over then? A life wasted?  All promise spent?

I have never read Homer in the original Greek
But I have learned to read a coming storm from the tones of the sky, and to smell the secret and invisible rain.

I have not blown crystal or cut precious stones
But I have drowned in the tiny jewel colors of henbit flowers and pass-me-by blossoms.

I have never seen the sun set over Kilimanjaro
But I have watched the vespertine shadows fall over my garden, and the mornng sun gild my child's face.

I have never spoken French in Paris
But I have read the character of a horse from her eye, and listened when the spiders spoke.

I will never prove a new theorum of mathematics
But I love, and am loved, in that slow eternal reverberating crescendo that shakes the bones of the world.

Some travel always outward
Chasing wonders that fade as they approach.
My path has been a spiraling circle
A labyrinthine dance
That brings me always back to this moment
and deeper into the moment.

My greatest treasures come when I am still
The deepest wonders are always at my feet.
The leaves turn in the light to say
"It could not be richer.   Different, yes.  But not richer.
"Nothing can be richer than a life lived with the eyes open."