Looking back across the Journey that brought me to this place
I’m kinda glad I’ve led the life that helped me find this grace.
I’m finally feeling worthy (well on the better days)
and I like the way my mind works – though mostly it just plays.
I can understand just how I feel when I look at worlds around
and even through tinnitus I can still hear sweet Gaia’s sound.
The Chorus of the Dawn still sings at the start of every day
and the sun still glides across the sky showing me the way.
I know, at last, I’m mortal and one day I will die;
I hope that I’m an Angel ‘cos I’d really like to fly.
But really, I’d be happy to lie beneath a tree
then let my Spirit enter it and in those leaves be free.
But don’t rejoice too soon folks, ‘cos I ain’t leavin’ yet;
there’s even more bad poetry this page is bound to get.

About a foolhardy florilegium

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