The Moment…

 

Broken winds from the

slow hand of God lifts

waves ever moving

surging towards some

crystalline shore.

 

The evolution of change,

moving forward toward

the end, the scaling of old

skin, leaving only a shadow

of the imperfection of life.

 

New, newer, seasons never

turning back, blooming into

tomorrow, searching in a

colored cloud of being.

 

Enlightening the darkness,

alone, unafraid; stained by

time; it is time to be free, in

truth it is time to take root in

“the now”.   

 

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