Silencing the wake of life with quiet breath, quickly scanning
the atmosphere for hopeful dreams, searching inner creative
heavens with peaceful joy.
Lifetimes can be filled with many emotional upheavals, coerced
sadness and respite from beauty.
Where are paths to bliss and joy? Lying forgotten in depths of
ancient folklore or scattered in haphazard winds?
Secure in the untold knowledge of the past, yesterday walks
away, never looking back, yet somehow dragging itself into our
present and future.
Changing times do not seem to alter consciousness nor innate
intelligence, as we wend our mind's eventual pathways, creating
our destinies in sands, blown away by winds of fate.
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