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Another year gone and going
Soon autumn will return with her
Spices of colors, rejoicing change
Chanting loss, let’s say it again
Soon the uneaten fruits of our lives
Will turn to moss, and whispers
Once loud will grow so very dim
The symbols we tell ourselves
Will change, even our language
Will be more mature, us and we
These particular islands will change
Our subterranean castles will gleam
New possibilities, among the white
Of the harvests we carried from spring
Into the golden colds, the forever pastures
Of momentary pauses, the reckonings
Another year where we give up our plans
To the experience, our wanderings for water
Our return back to the source
All the efforts to be and have what
We already are, shadows crumbled damply
By the side of our journeys, how we once
Mattered so much to ourselves, now we can
Relax in a more divine detachment.
Wuji Seshat 
You have an uncany knowledge or awareness of the mystery of how you can have an aging body and still be the younger you.
Well I’m not so old, but sometimes I do feel the changes…I try to imagine, I see my parents age, etc….the younger me well, I’m rather attached to my childish state.
I’ve just been through what I call the valley of sorrow, and am coming out again unafraid to feel. I’ve just started blogging and am sharing the innermost writings
over a lifetime for the first time. I’d love it if you’d come by sometime.
I would very much like to read what you have to say DJ
Thanks so much! I’m enjoying yours also as I’m spending a leisurely afternoon reading.
Your work is very mystical and leads me deep inside while at the same time, expanding my awareness!
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