Poem – Purpose

I stand on the rocky shore
beneath old cedar arched toward the sky
and I lose the layers I have delicately built.

This scene never tires, never gets old.
The sun rising from the calm water
reflecting the morning mist.

In moments of solitude when the circling
raven further deepens my roots
I find my true purpose here and now.

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