The Journey
Smaller stones
breaking down
larger stones,
life is a deluge
of abrasions;
flesh no match
for streaming
elements--
clouds gathering
becoming storms--
they know the ritual,
and time’s eroding power
(Yet, no one can convince me
that love is not omnipotent--
and that I, somehow, am
not part of her
eternal flow)
Pushed by waters,
molded by churning
I sense a spirit within,
and from such mystery
I sense that I will
ultimately rise
ever higher
with greater consciousness
out of the sediments
of my mortal passing….
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