Sunday, December 8, 2019

Driftwood



Like driftwood
I must've sailed the waters
of millions of ages.
Born in many places and times,
taking different shapes and forms,
touching many shores, landing on some 
and tarrying on some others longer,
arriving now with an old wise soul
full of stories and memories hard to remember.
Only a canvas full of
fleeting images and moments
fleeting faces and feelings,
morphing and re morphing into crystals 
one moment and shattering into shards the next.
The charade moves on.
There'll be other lives yet to be lived and ended
and begun again until beyond 
 misery and sorrow, the desire and ache ,
The self in the One. 





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