time is a gift.remembrance too late
while we are here,we celebrate
of course we are not the same
we grow,we leave,we change
when you return ,you will find
only what remains.Living hearts
who carry your DNA(or is that role reversal?
Source as origin ,pilgrimage,destination
Gather these threads of thin silk life together then
parachute back into family skin
land where welcome affirms zen
none of us ever the same again...
BECAUSE WE DO NOT KNOW
we sit,listen,as stories go past
like a river of sorrows/tales of time
entwined fates,Wakeup in another skin
wrapped in histories,begin again...
CONTEMPLATING ENDINGS
ours,yours,what Light shared in common
time it takes to define and then release
all that is lost,remembered least
FROM ANOTHER TIME
we emerge in to this moment
inhabit sitting circles,glow sunlight
night moon comes,dreams enter
some of them familiar
IN A BORROWED STORY
like a car that starts intermittently
this borrowed home skin
needs returning
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