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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