The Humility of Not Knowing

 

Clouds pass by

unnoticed

A gentle breeze

strokes fine

golden stalks

 

The sun rises

and it falls

The same day comes

and then

it goes

 

And all is at peace

within…

 

That which is not

is a drop

in the ocean of that which is;

For there are

many gifts

 

And the rain to-s

and fro-s

The faces come

and then

they go

 

And all is still

being...

 

A haze sultry sleeps

releasing delight

of apparent monotony;

harbouring

a lot quite

 

And the joys come

and then

they go

yet the blessings

never slow

 

And all about

we are blooming.

 

 

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