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Here I Goez...
So, here I goez
With my verse-like prose
Which doesn’t rhyme
All of the time,
And it doesn’t even always flow
Yet it goes where I choose it to go
Whether wading through shallows in muck and slime,
Or as if reaching the peak after a challenging climb,
It hits your senses like the scent of a rose,
Coming straight from the one mind, that always knows.
It weaves in a pattern that’s not straight as a line,
Yet there’s no definition, so don’t be quick to define.
Like a mystical light in the night that doth glow,
I’m told to remember, as above, so below.
As the light of the sun gives us life as it shines,
We are shown the way if we can just read the signs.
From the highest of highs, to lowest of lows,
A door is always open for each one that you close.
If you open your heart to the way that is kind,
The goals of your soul are never that hard to find.
As the love that we have continues to grow,
We must reap the harvest of the seeds we did sow.
And, we cannot leave the lost and the lonely behind,
To succumb to the horrors of life’s daily grind.
For we’re in this together, no matter which path we chose;
To smell the bounty life offers, just follow your nose.
Through all this confusion, just keep in mind,
Though we may forget how to see, Love is never blind.
As the spirits of wind continue to blow,
The soul takes flight upon the wings of a crow.
It may seem we, as a people are in quite a bind,
Yet let’s just take a deep breath, and start to unwind.
Know that our hearts send forth spiritual arrows,
From our beings and bodies, which act as our bows.
Thus a net of silver light is cast, from where our paths entwine,
And all paths are one path, merging yours into mine.
We are all fawns to the Mother Doe,
& We’re all actors on the Stage of Life, so just Enjoy the Show!
With my verse-like prose
Which doesn’t rhyme
All of the time,
And it doesn’t even always flow
Yet it goes where I choose it to go
Whether wading through shallows in muck and slime,
Or as if reaching the peak after a challenging climb,
It hits your senses like the scent of a rose,
Coming straight from the one mind, that always knows.
It weaves in a pattern that’s not straight as a line,
Yet there’s no definition, so don’t be quick to define.
Like a mystical light in the night that doth glow,
I’m told to remember, as above, so below.
As the light of the sun gives us life as it shines,
We are shown the way if we can just read the signs.
From the highest of highs, to lowest of lows,
A door is always open for each one that you close.
If you open your heart to the way that is kind,
The goals of your soul are never that hard to find.
As the love that we have continues to grow,
We must reap the harvest of the seeds we did sow.
And, we cannot leave the lost and the lonely behind,
To succumb to the horrors of life’s daily grind.
For we’re in this together, no matter which path we chose;
To smell the bounty life offers, just follow your nose.
Through all this confusion, just keep in mind,
Though we may forget how to see, Love is never blind.
As the spirits of wind continue to blow,
The soul takes flight upon the wings of a crow.
It may seem we, as a people are in quite a bind,
Yet let’s just take a deep breath, and start to unwind.
Know that our hearts send forth spiritual arrows,
From our beings and bodies, which act as our bows.
Thus a net of silver light is cast, from where our paths entwine,
And all paths are one path, merging yours into mine.
We are all fawns to the Mother Doe,
& We’re all actors on the Stage of Life, so just Enjoy the Show!
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