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.
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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.
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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.
Copyright © Brian Rusch | Year Posted 2022
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