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Keeping current in wellness, in and out of the water
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Lazy floating clouds float over the roaring river in the canyon deep and steep
Rushing rapids, fishing birds, pine forrest covers the hillside where strangers sleep
Enveloped in dreamtime full of predictions, curses, spells, natural magic double
Sifting through remnants of vanishing memories found by picking in the rubble
Of abandoned relationships, casues, philosophy, belief, loyalty learned by rote
The current of memory is swift, rocking and shaking the flimsy leaking boat
Carrying karma back to the tributaries, evaporation lifts moisture toward the sky
The cycles are eternal never breaking the contract first to float and then to fly
Join the poets of the world at #NaPoWriMo in April to read, write, and indulge in poetry.
We find our place by reading the stars, following the charts to the destination
How far must we travel to reach our destiny and our eventual demise?
We loose our way while we become distracted and consumed by hesitation
Does this road lead us home or to a different universe where questions arise
About the nature of this well worn system we have followed blindly into hell?
Escape will be a struggle without the navigation tools we used to get here
It will be impossible to see how we fit in, our belief has fallen under the spell
Of false prophet pretenders telling stories designed to make us shake in fear
This month of poetry writing is soon to end. This year it has gone quickly for me. Find poets to read and enjoy at #NaPoWriMo in April every year. Consider writing some for submission. Join the poetry party.
Passages connect the present to the past, fantasy to reality
Art makes waves in every moment, cascading past boundaries
Did your wishes come true then vanish without sustaining life?
Do you know on what level you made agreements with strife?
Your essence continues to slowly distill itself into a concentrate
Unoriginal thoughts of little value bubble up, then evaporate
Did you think your ride would always be smooth until the end?
Do you possess the stamina to make solemn truth your friend?
Increase your enjoyment of life, art, and creativity by riding the poetry train this April here.