the tree grows taller, and
sometimes I feel smaller
than life as it manifests before me
moments like these
come and go, we know,
and yet, as they arise,
we continually strive…
to know
the answers, yet,
will we remember to abide…
instead
of fighting
against the current
we feel inside, let it subside
and know,
this energy
will carry us
toward
our final destination, a ride
for the ages
are we not all sages?
I know not, yet
won’t let the conversation
drop, because
it’s not
about dropping,
or stopping, more learning
to love
more than your heart
has ever known
the capacity for…becoming
like the flowers,
and the trees, did
you know they speak of thee…
every day, watching
as we run around
limiting what we see,
within this dream
yet, we speak, and, they see…
instead, maybe,
feel free, and just be…
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