Terraces

Ascending life's staircase
not watching the landscape that was passed,
more concerned over tripping,
eyes focused on next step and what is to come.

Reaching a terrace on the pilgrimage for finding light,
a rest stop of contemplation
looking back at where one came,
to finally how far one has come.

Yet insides feel the same,
except for a few extra aches,
until be greeted by a friend
who comments on the changes in one's face.

Spreading thoughts and expanding vision
develops places we live inside, but seldom visit,
air carries scents never noticed,
retrospect sun shines in shadows for first time,
mind unfolds the bed sheet of insight
sleeping with new appreciation
for details missed along the journey.

Maturity is when we know
by deepest intent of reflection,
truths where once we only thought
of myths and fantasies.

Worn with a weathered cloak,
age's reminder that knowledge
doesn't bring immortality.

Happiness inhaled in the surrender
unto a peace that comes
when understanding expands our horizons
and tears alone don't consume our day.