What do you do when your
mind runs away?
Off with your thoughts of
self structure,
and strong willed desire,
and motherly love--
into pits of fiery
compassion
and brilliant masquerades full
of epic tales of years
forlorncand heroic,
romantic streams like these
only run
certain seasons of the year
of life,
glistening as they drift
and weave and
comply to the stautue of the
rocks, leaves, frogs,
sticks, stones and tiny fish
skeleton bones,
to an ending point of
refreshing
passivity, when together you
and friendly streams
from all around join and
provide
and strengthen and shape
this glorious world and
glorious time,
of change.
I’ll Miss Bringing You Flowers
3 months ago
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