Poem 1
From birth to death
You find moments to take a breath
Life slows
Your soul flows
Life quickens
And well
The little things get lost
The ups and downs
And turn arounds
Stormy weather
Breaks into sunshine
At some point
Like the ocean
Can be calm steady and serene
Then agitaged swelling
Waves breaking upon the helpless shore
And that is the cycle
The goal The goal
Is to float through it all
Ride it instead of fight it
Filed under: No More Egg Rolls on July 20th, 2006
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