Poems & Thoughts of Rob Taylor

Poem · January 1, 2014

Wellness

Autoimmune disruption,with unexpected permanent effect.The appropriate mourningfor loss of health.Things had been going so well.Naturally, discouraging words are refrained,but who can predict?The body is not working rightlike I’ve enjoyedand been so accustomed.Yet open space remains unobstructed.

health · impermanence · spirituality