March 12, 2024

August 3, 1995

creation unfolds
a story told yet untold
yet being told now

nothing stays the same
whatever was is no more
next moment not come

am not any more
nor will be because I am
always here and now

what is there to ask
to long for to seek to hold
open hand...let go

by the wind be touched
soft cooling breeze of freedom
forever blowing

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