There’s many ways to get there and I have seen but one;
so many ways to win or lose this race that we all run.
But if we choose to stop the race and simply stroll along
will we find a different rhythm; will we hear a different song?
Is our hearing deadened by the sound of pounding feet
so we miss the simple rhythm that is our own heartbeat?
So if we stop and listen and forget the need to try
would we then find the secret to find peace before we die?

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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