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tree of life

one more revolution completed another birthday an ongoing process of ageing sometimes with grace at others with weight on my shoulders minding the gap between emotions and reason tearing at what needs to be occasionally becoming one with myself a milestone although I prefer to think metric simply because shorter steps are easier to take to reach one target or so at the time many of them unplanned but the intention keeps me at bay where the ship can anchor sails can be set the rudder is mobile flares shoot up and down maps are charted and lost the compass magnetic whatever it takes graphs and outlines drawn in pencil because charcoal resists the rain although smudges are beautiful and it takes an eraser to change course and master the waves whose tides are present eve when the surface feels flat like a cork from a bottle I bob up and down float swallow and drift as a small fleck in the Universe what matters is the path from sadness to joy sorrow to contentment grief to elation around in circles of impermanence perspective growth and my lover’s gentle caress

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