Rhythm

At times we must end, if we are to start;
rending our shield lets fresh air to our heart.
As life leads to death, only death will renew;
that’s how, in the forest, the new sappling grew.
And one day that sapling will reach to the sky,
till it reaches the point when its spirit must fly.
It’s the path that seed took as it grew every day
that writes into history the song it did play.
But changing lifes tune can be no easy feat;
our heart plays its tempo whith its every beat.
Thr tempo though’s only the core of the song;
the one part that no one can ever get wrong.
it’s the music we add around our tempo fine
that lights up our path – both your way and mine.
the rhythm is simple – it’s what keeps us sane;
it’s the base of our being – our own level plane.
So “changing our tune” becomes a total life change
simply changing our meaning – an octave in range.

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About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri
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