Full Circle

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We search, always seeking
Along this path before us
A lifetime, step by step
No map in our hand

Detours and byways
Rest stops are few
A lifetime, step by step
No matter our plan

Maybe one day we see
We never really left home
A lifetime, step by step
And yet here we still stand

Coming full circle.

 

 

 

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A Word On Words

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I speak, and a past floods
From your ears to a memory
Your past accessed
Yours not mine

You nod in understanding
A thought of your own, in time
A unique perspective
That was never mine

I talk and you listen
But mouth to ears are veiled
Until time and memories stop
When we are the same

When words are not needed

Paths

 

Until my last breath
My last gasp
I will be here
Trying to explain

The simplicity
We have lost
In the mêlée
We maintain

And to say Adieu
As I go from here
I will shed no tear
As I will see you soon.

 

Stoic & Buddhist

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