Often I walk off the line
because I know it is not mine.
My path has many twists and turns
and if I’m lost my Spirit burns.
My path is what I am today
without it I would go astray.
If I am lost where do I find
the Way that daily soothes my mind?
Dunno, just a train of thought
not a poem deeply sought.
I’ll ponder it; what does it mean?
and what wisdom can I gleen;
for these words from heart to pen
are destined to go back again.

About a foolhardy florilegium

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