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Wednesday, 3 May 2017

I really need to stop trying

morning
no progress made (nowhere to go)
no progress to be made
nothing to do but to listen
daily

perhaps
one day
in mind’s busy silence
seeking
raging torrents threaten the bank
watching the soil crumble away
attempting regular diligent return
get away down stream
still  waters run deeply
just beyond
surface calmly reflecting sun
dazzling brightness
lost wonder
burning senses
shiny insights rippled
across soulscape
perhaps
one day