The Door

I seek that place where I am free;

that place where I can just be me.

The place where spirits cross the Iine

in search of freedoms sacred sign.

Its paths will lead to parts unknown;

those places where life’s truths are sown.

I know it’s there within my reach;

I’ve felt the wisdom it can teach.

I’ve simply lost its open door;

a simple need – I ask no more.

I saw it many years ago;

’tis then I watched the rivers flow.

Then I saw within that stream,

true life is real; not just a dream.

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About a foolhardy florilegium

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