Going Nowhere

This world can seem

as confusing as a contranym,

a crumpled leaf turning in on itself.

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Must one sanction their soul

for liberty?

or has a long forgotten lullaby

been wafting in the open doorway beyond,

beseeching us to awaken

from the spell

woven by the charmers flute?

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The choice is ours,

but ears can hear only what

the heart allows.

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There is a price in crossing the threshold.

It means losing all you cling to

a price well worth gaining back the light that is our birthright.

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Like the joyful freshness of a child we find our true selves once again.

Finally, there is love the way it was meant;

communion with true beauty

in oneness with all things.

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We are, after all, the universe afloat in a tiny pond,

believing mostly the pond

is all that matters

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a peaceful truth then reaches in

as far as the world is wide

humming with the knowledge,

that even small ponds

somehow,

eventually,

wend their way back to sea.

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Artwork:

“Lake Las Vegas” ©️ 2017 by Drew

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