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A bit behind
my usual way-
In a bit of a bind,
as unexpected delays-
I glanced at my reflection
hurrying through a gate,
and had a recollection
of a time and space, sedate
The face I saw in the window
was anxious and concerned-
lines etched just below,
sleepy eyes that burned-
With a sober understanding
that it is not possible
to process all these things,
so I had learned to cull
The relevant ones
from the chaff
and when this is done,
I have time to laugh
(If not, I would be crying,
as soon I will be dying)
In the edge of my sight,
I detect a lavender shade-
a duly diligent delight,
to my olfactory sense, it bade
Had it been a previous time-
my youthful halcyon days,
I might have sought a scent, sublime
and not been so concerned with delays
Turning to my right
hastily to find-
the future, my delight!
(Yet, something tugging
at my mind)
Somehow a bit distracted,
going through daily motions
Scattered thoughts refracted
through the lens of
utter devotion
For we are all devoted
to the whims we entertain
as the path behind is coated,
with the ashes that remain
Sifting percolating thoughts
of overactive minds,
as uncertainty is brought
by distractions that we find
So I hurried and scurried
to make up for lost time
In my path a flurry
of disconnected rhymes
Some of a scent, beckoning
its mystery couldn't reach me
In my dreams, she sings
I secretly yearn for
what she could teach me
I finished all of my tasks,
but felt somehow unfinished
To Earth Mother, I ask,
"Has my connection diminished?"
Am I so very occupied
with these tedious decisions,
while my inner child hides
in a shell of utopian vision?
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A shocking, and abrupt transition
as I rushed out of my Earthly shell
Jockeying for position,
on karma's mysterious wheel
When I came to my senses
I was surrounded by paradise
Gone were the refracting lenses,
I felt hale, whole and wise
I looked out into this place,
but it was not with sight I saw
I had no eyes or face,
just a gnarly, rooted claw
to my supreme wonder
growing from the ground-
basking and swaying under
a sky which did abound
with an orange atmosphere,
to this vision I relented
It became suddenly clear,
that I was delicate,
and lavender scented . . .
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