People breeze into our lives
Like seasons, some last a day
Others for a season, a few for a lifetime
It would be foolish
Not to embrace all
Drinking in their light and love
Even though seasons change
And people move on
Layered meanings stay back with us
Our lives are not to be lived
As solitary castles, abandoned
To high winds and vagabonds
Our lives are to be lived
As villages, where many paths crisscross
Bringing travelers from distant lands
We may offer travelers
Hearths warm and hearty succour
Knowing, they must move on
And we must stay
True to ourselves
Our village moves with us
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