by Modar Neznanich
Quietly whispers the winds of time
As they flow calmly around us.
So carefully do they affect us
That we take no notice of them.
Until one day a reflection
Of days gone past catches our eye.
Bringing to our mind the realization
Of life's fleeting existence.
Thenceforth does the most minute
Become dear and precious.
And the most grievous err unto us
Seem but the slightest of mistakes.
We attempt to correct the wrongs
That only we sense we have done.
And bring enlightenment to others
Of what we see as life's true meaning.
Yet end up shaking our heads
As the message can't be understood.
For we are at a different level
Of awareness that can't be explained.
So we follow our own misty path
Preparing for the next step we must take.
Then finally with a sense of ease
Do we seek peace in the arms of time.
Wrapping ourselves in the golden glow
That is the beginning of true life.
©1998, 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005,
2006, 2007 Ron Knight/Modar Neznanich
©2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014 Ron Knight/Modar Neznanich
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