Death is really nothing but the passing of the torch I spend years in contemplation on my front porch All to find a map that maybe would decide The route I am to take for the reason that’s inside And it may be tomorrow or in forty years Will the lake live on now that I’ve cried some tears In saltwater brine ever to explore I get older as I age but I just love it more As I fit into my skin each moment as it passes Like I used to listen to the teachers talk in classes With rapt attention in case I might miss Something of my destiny condensed into a list And everything has rolled by, I find myself thirty two It’s older that I’m getting though I’m younger than you And everything will cease one day come it’s time It’s not as if I can call forever mine Except to note that in the Now Everything is present somehow An abundance of peace and adequate zen Hands held together to utter Amen That all may be as it always is The Birth of the Eternal into what exists
Beautiful and Calming.
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❤️🙏 Thank you.
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