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Passage Of Life; Grief Of The Migrators
Cold running water cleaning,
Time's passage slow,
I hope (not) to heal soon,
Alone I am,
Yet family then insight say otherwise,
All suffer this way,
Who circle within these worlds,
Why do we have to part in such a way?
I try not to grasp,
Hoping to dissolve this concept of me,
On waking; so alone,
In contemplation; One in all and,
All in one,
Causes and Conditions,
The earth warms as the Earth turns amongst the stars,
Flowers unfurl; insects stirring,
White clouds obscure the perfect sky lost in ...