Voices

The simple sensation of breathing fills my heart again

and the air that ripples over me eases any pain.

Standing on a mountain top or on some sandy shore

I always know one thing for sure; there will be plenty more.

Plenty more of everything if I simply learn to walk

and listen to Gaia’s whisper instead of my mind’s talk.

So I will try to place my feet, one before the other

and maybe still those voices that yell at one another.

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About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri
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