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Poem – Obstacles
A river with no bridge. A road with no direction. A forest with no path. A mountain with no steps. What obstacles stand in your way?
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Poem – Possibilities
The empty field and the distant infinite horizon lay claim to nothing except possibilities. At my feet the path is open and waiting for the first step.
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Poem – Questions
Questions litter the sandy ground like fallen leaves curled and brown. I walk around them, careful to not step on unanswered questions. For now I am the winter solstice plunged into the dark, avoiding light until the next transition arrives. That path I place both feet upon now crumbles with each step. What do we…