Poem – What is Meant to Be

The day’s chaos subsides
as the wind carries my worries away
and the trees wrap their limbs around me,
I close my eyes and the mountains appear.

The day’s battle and the outcome set
I relinquish the inner turmoil to the stars
as I cross tundra and rivers
setting up camp at the foot of the mountain.

What the mind seeks
what the body needs
what the soul requires
what the being is meant to be

is there, is here
as a murder of ravens
passes overhead
leading you to the empty fields.

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