My life is like water finding its way through a beautiful countryside
Meandering with a curving flow, graceful in form and body
And when I resist it erodes its way through, though the block be hard as rock
Then on it moves on, never stopping, sporadically changing pace at will
And the sounds that arise is music to the soul
Sending peaceful vibrations to the very core of my being
Even the rocky whitewater dances with the ground
Though the rocks block the way it laughs as it pirouettes around
Nothing stand in its way, no depth or distance, night or day
And so I accept the way life is and where it’s going
Leaving it to move its own direction, be it good or bad
Making no objection, whether it be, happy or sad
It is not the life that defines the truth
The body is just a tool that the soul did care to use
No empire to build or great deed to commit
The spirit within now a beacon, a light it emits
For all the lost souls who have forgotten their past
I now bring the way to become one, at last.
About the Creator
GARY DEAN
Started writing in 2009, after getting made redundant from my job. Now it is a hobby, something I can enjoy and play about with.
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