Light reveals and hides.
Shadows can fade, shift, and grow.
Always more to find.
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Tag: learning
Looking Back
Things of old give much,
Yet must not be used to flee
From what can be learned.
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Wilting Garden
As with thirsty ground
Or someone’s wilting garden,
One can always learn.
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My Son’s Circles
My son walks in circles
Whenever he is free;
Yet such a silly thing
Is quite powerful to me.
The world is open for us,
Information to be found,
Yet most of us walk circles
With our eyes upon the ground.
But unlike my brave boy,
We keep our circles small.
As long as this is so,
Nothing will improve at all.
There are many folk whose circles
Were broadened very young.
Latin, Black, and Native voices
Had to learn the white man’s tongue.
Yet when the white is asked
To recognize that this is so,
They keep their eyes upon the ground;
Their circle will not grow.
I beg you now, dear Friend,
Fight to make your circle wide.
It won’t always be pretty,
But only then can all abide.
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Living Here
Seated in tears,
Away from all ears
In this sacred place
I let go to waste.
How could I know?
How else could I grow?
Yet still I do yearn
For the chance to re-learn.
From myself I stole
With my lack of control.
Blinded by pain,
Only now is that plain.
Yet I wouldn’t trade
All the progress I made,
Or the ones who sustained
My soul, and remained.
I’ll just have to let
My past hold regret,
For I need my hands clear
To live and love here.
Surety
Returned
I’ve returned to what I’ve always known.
In many ways, I find I’ve grown.
Yet as I enter from the Wild,
In faith, I find I’m still a child.
I do not think that I am cursed,
For as in faith I’m re-immersed,
I learn of Heaven’s joys once more.
And find the Home I’m looking for.
Fluid
Fluid in Spirit,
I learn from the many paths.
Why limit one’s self?
Catlike
In observing cats
One sees peace, grace, contentment.
Nature’s great teachers.
Equanimity
Water rises, then it falls.
Sometimes, it races, then it crawls.
Yet on it flows, e’er giving life,
Absent woes with which we’re rife.
How much simpler would it be
To live such equanimity.
