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2/26/24 – 11:58 AM
I long to plant seeds with my words
that blossom into forests of life.
I wish to stir emotion and fervor in my readers.
A reclusive life spent in front of the TV is hardly
the market for soul-touching inventory
when shopping for bonds on a mindful level.
I can see this clearly;
it doesn't make it any easier to change.
Entrenched am I in my habits.
How does one change patterns of behavior before first
changing patterns of mind?
The only tool known to me is meditation.
Words come easier, but not always beautifully.
Why can't life be summed up in a single poem?
You're born, you cry, you laugh, you die.
Why do I make it so much harder than that?
In the forests of life, trees grow tall and fall.
So do we all.

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