I wanted to share one of John's poems.

Walking the Walk

Walking backwards I thought was real keen,
browsing through what I’d already seen.
The downside was, if there was a pit,
I again fell headlong into it!

But I got tired of always being bound
by the past, by what I’d already found.

Walking sideways caught everybody’s eye.
They always said, “Now, there’s a careful guy!”
But, inching along at such a slow rate,
The downside was, I was usually late.

And I got tired of being left behind,
and began to look for a way to shine!

Walking tall always seemed to be the best,
facing the challenge, testing the test,
rattling the cymbal, banging the gong.
The downside was: noise died, I was gone.

I found myself alone without a clue
not knowing where to go or what to do.

Then from within, a voice said to me,
“Stop trying to do. Let go. Just be.”
The pain of becoming is now my plight.
The downside is: I know the voice is right.

I try hard to walk the walk and just be,
but somehow, it keeps on eluding me.

I remember what happened before:
ups and downs by the score;
but my fears of the unknown creep in,
And oops! I’m walking backward again.

by John Dean Williamsen