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On the Trail, Old Beginnings III

All Waters flow home Therein lies The Great Quiet Future’s, same as Pasts. Yin, yang fair trading Within right heart-felt Balance So is life thriving The Truth in this... Is One has to leave, to return So does the Wheel turn. ______________*______________ Loving partners are aligned Brother Gravity working well With Sister Moon’s quiet reflections. As do the Seasons provide... Mist for mornings, and quiet evenings... Where even the dust of the dead play role Each of and in, their own Time. Sprinkling Rains Driven wild by raging Thunder Causing impatient Currents on the move. In Earth revolving, Winds, and Waves Even the Heat of inner fires stoking… Yay, yes, the Fires of Hell itself Keep the kettle stirred... After all, one has to leave to return. Allowing even in all this... When Sun hides its face, too long or distant Fluid sometimes freezes Cold into the hardest Ice So heat can melt... So frozen will someday, thaw. All events leaving only Foggy memories receding… Like spent waves from shores Driftwood lessons for those following. ________*_______ Those wise enough, see Off into next beginnings Nature’s signs given. They too as mists Falling into the Stream they soon will be Where Understanding’s flow. Into what else they can be as... They truly are, or between as... ‘well might Be’. Such is as it is, as hope finds itself alive Even with the first effort... Efforts piling to a tasty, just dessert. Remembering lessons from way back Feeding the beginning, on… To do one’s best work Frosting on the cake. Growing ever after’s, into creating more work As Cause/Effects harvested Ruling this Universe of Man... What else to do, when question’s asked? Hold on…? Or, just keep on truckin’. At very least, bring on a new beginning Of fresh Rains dreamed to live under… And then in, that’s it. Look there... A glistening Object perceived… again arriving Deep inside knows to hold onto, when Time-swimming... To bring under better Light. Partner notice, stay along with me Time to move on... Puddles can get quite nasty.

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