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A time past .... a mind
present. |
What is seen
at times
is defined
by shadows
and not the
object itself.
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Reality can be surreal
... colored by light around
it. |
The quality
of your life is defined by
your
own perspective.
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The texture of life is
such
that you must reach
out and touch it
..............
not just look. |
For fear of
speaking too soon
he spoke too
late.
She never
really knew his heart.
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The road diverged
and life continued in different
directions. |
She
looked both ways
and crossed
the road .
...never looking
back.
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It was only a matter of
time. |
He stopped
by the rushing waters
to wonder
at their energy.
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Seeking out the images
that spoke to him. |
And then she
said good-bye
....
taking a piece of his soul to heaven.
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Through one portal
and another
he wandered seeking
truth. |
He peered
outward
and over the
top
seeking a
new direction.
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Monuments, markers and
milestones
divide out lives in unconscious
manners,
leaving those in the future
to wonder at our existence. |
A tangled
mess with no seeming end
was gently
unraveled
to travel
a clear and straight path.
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The perfection and mystery
of it all
perplexed him as he watched
once more. |
In the hands
of a craftsman
these bits
of wood and string
sing to his
inner peace.
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It stood by itself
atop the hill
.............. waiting
for the rest of the forest
to join it. |
And he walked
on
alone.
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