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

Seeds

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In secret places seeds may fall
Fertile soil beyond the wall
Planted in time they will grow
Yet we may never know
 
Anger’s weeds are fast to bloom
Fear allows the growing room
Shame to feed the subtle shoots
Pride digs deep its roots
 
Slowly sometimes roses bloom
Pushing up from the tomb
Vines climb from deep within
Atop a wall to begin again
 
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

Land Of Dreams

 

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Nothing is, as it seems

Veiled and false

In this land of dreams

 

Beauty covers pain

Deeply hidden

No one is to blame

 

What you may want

Others become

Farther from the Fonte

 

Cut the subtle vein

The horror within

As life yields to pain

 

And awaken, please

From this play

You have the keys

 

Stoic

Life In The Shallows

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Sparkling and bright

Reflections always abound

Beauty is all around

 

Apparent glory

Enamored and lost

 

We are bedazzled

 

Maybe we feel the tide

A slight pull to Openness

We blindly resist this

 

And it is gone

We continue

 

Closed to possibility

 

Life in a Tidal pool

Safe in a familiar place

The Truth not yet faced

 

The Ocean waits

The Great Unknown

The Dark Abyss

 

Some may venture

Into the depths, the deep

Others rest in sleep

 

In sorrow, we feel

The pull of the unknown

 

Into Life beyond, freedom

 

To understand it all

As it truly may be

As it reveals we may see

 

Not what you thought

Could ever imagine

 

All of Life.