Thursday, March 2, 2017

"The lakeshore"

Ignoring distractions and finding new ways
The battle turns inward, no nonsense assays
Transcendent, these battles begin to impart
That internal battles are won in the heart
To step along lightly above the ground level
Arrayed with a light that no dark can bedevil
The storms and the rain and the channels of time
Do all fall away with the wind and the rhyme
No semaphore signals are needed to land
No chance that the donor will ever remand
Away through the forest of prudence and chance
To fields of compassion on shores of expanse



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