From the being that I am,
This very moment that I write,
All the flood, the ebb, or tide,
The ink that’s in my pen,
The highs and lows, the in-between,
As starlight shines on me,
Or, when the moon or sun I see,
Too, of darkness I am keen,
In the winds I twist, sometimes I’m still,
At times, lost in the midst of mist,
Perceive the muddled gist,
These bits of truth leave in my will.
One truth, I know for certain though,
That, in all of life there is,
Love’s pure joy and bliss,
You reap what you will sow.©27/06/2010
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