Handling mundane chores of life leaves an unfulfilled emptiness inside.
They are of no consequence or value except in their
doing and getting done.
There is more to life, it must be explored and met
within each person.
Sanctifying our beings through nature and solitude,
placing trust in oneself to begin and end throughout
eternity.
Loafing in quiet peace, scantily threading thoughts
together, unhurriedly feeling change come from inner
depths of our beings.
Living life on occasional horizons where only we can
become our guiding lights and forces.
Striving towards fulfilling desires and secret
yearnings we travel the universe though inner
eternities.
Alighting on fantasy's doorstep, out of breath, full
of wonder and waiting, we create imaginational depths
in ourselves.
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