The Finding

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Never seeing the loss
The saddest of all
Never to recall
The deepest cost

Left in childhood
What children know
Left as we grow
What we understood

Maybe we fall
By chance or fate
Maybe not too late
By Grace we recall

Instead of finding
Maybe turned around
Instead of life’s blinding
Maybe we are found

Stoic

Seeing

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Seeing something bigger

Beyond you

Is humbling

 

In perspective issues fall

 

A life so full of beauty

Calls to one and all

If we but heed the call

 

And I am here

 

Witness to creation

A world forlorn

Every sun and moon rise

 

A heart reborn

 

Stoic

What Matters

 

Why can we not begin each day as if it was our first?

Why do we carry, a dead past forward?

That is gone, and this is this

I greet you anew, as you do too

 

Past never was

Only now

Face to face

Matters

Eternal

 

This moment eternal

Past, Present, and future

Combined

Never in time

Not infinite, as distance

Only here and now

 

Stringing thoughts

One to the next

A line is drawn

From here to there

What never was is

An illusion for us

 

Birth, Living, Death

Always in time

Just not now, someday

Yet, if all of life is here

If it always was

Then maybe, just maybe

 

We were never born

Never as we thought

And never die

All the universe

Contained in this moment

Everywhere is now

 

So we come and go

Thinking we may know

But never what was so.

Tick Tock

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The rhythm to the rhyme

Music of life beyond time

Beat by beat life still goes

In a rhythmic stream it flows

 

Step by step, day to day

A pendulum swings away

Back and forth, to and fro

All must come and go

 

Yet close enough for all to see

Me to you, and you to me

Today is today, tomorrow too

Only ticks and tocks, me and you