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Experience seems to reinforce: “what we resist persists.” Death is such an unknown. We all want to dream as if we’ll live forever, but perhaps we should all aspire to live as if we’ll die today...and still hold to those dreams as our little secret.
by Odin Roark
Earth's tabled destiny
The shifting tectonics of time
only know continuous evolution
rendering today's attachment
but tomorrow's adjusted divide
Most sense not
when disturbance begins
when spilled milk begins to teach
when failure signals wisdom
From cradle to grave
conditioning grows unabated
one's very own onion skin
reality's tenuous admission ticket
Unexpected seismic shifts erupt
innate calculations run asunder
passion's molten flow
fuses heart and mind
shackles melt free
flames cleanse bodily disease
Atop etheric wonder
smoke and cloud
transport ecstasy's confetti
seeking the first breeze to nowhere
the embracing calm of everywhere
Existence sans time
day and night merge
with all that
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|Reviewed by Budd Nelson
|a very thought provoking write of possibilities
|Reviewed by Roger Wayne Eberle
|Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather
|This sounds of a transportation to a personal space, something that home can't quiet define, if it is in the sense of a comfort; Maybe the object of the game on this blink of a view, meaningless stop, and pointless endeavor; is to make it matter.|