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On The Right Trail To Right End
Do I remember when...
Better breezes blew
Cleaner waters flowed
Teasing memory so...
For I can hear them in quiet special times… can you?
Softly now, in your own silence… hear them…
‘Are we missed?’
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I am old in age now
Quieter times abounding
Uncovering foundations formed
If I’ll but listen and see, hear, feel, and touch
As heart strings are plucked
Taste those tunes as fed to my soul of souls
Ah, not to be used up after all.
Though quiet seems used up to apply itself to finish
Testing memory so... anything missed
For this finshing at the end coming?
To so truly see seeds of destruction sowed long ago
Here at fire’s cold lonely ending time
For debriefing ashes remaining
For cleansing, refreshment, and then refining
To prepare new grounds for planting.
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Lessons learned left...
Never again so lying in barren Earth, unused.
For I can see new seeds need then be planted and sowed
I see this, do you?
Planting over on top of old
Choose we then weeding
Which best, to allow to grow new
With actions from the past, still forthcoming bold...
Under sense of grander purpose perhaps
Mapping higher living’s ground
All intent in harvesting betterment
If in repeated days ahead, repeating as found.
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I feel grander scenes being sent into our collective dreams
Getting sended from now our elder times
Quiet, inner dreamings, born.
Birthed over plans from my and my father’s dim reflections
And timings left before that, worn through the ages.
As we remember?
All racing to final right endings.
Right End being the Soul of Human Songs
Future singings in gentle abidings
Finding us found on better paths to Home.
Moment to moments passing
And passed through memory’s gates
Here we now weave
Laying carpets for future furniture
Right endings to mankind’s fate
Weave us well in Now Times.
Copyright ©
Brian Rusch
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