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09/23/10 - (3)
Raindrop
Too often, I catch myself lost deep in thought, Meditating about death, afterlife, eternity, Despite not wanting to spend any more of my treasured time Contemplating such overwhelming abstractions.
I'd rather exhaust the remainder of my restless spirit's days Exploring only the myriad now and here, Touching, holding, embracing, caressing nature's wonders Just under my eyes' close focus, Within my sensitive nose's range, Amidst my vibrant ears' circumambience, Beneath my curious hands' gentle touch, Behind my wandering mind's wisdoms and intuitions, Inside my imagination's unschooled way Of apprehending tiny and grandiose souls Which know, by instinct and conditioning alone, The complexities that distinguish the fittest from the weakest — Realities only the blood can taste, As it flows along its course, From one existence to another, millennium to generation, Down time's grand tributary, to death, afterlife, eternity...
Maybe, after all, losing myself to such overwhelming meditations Is the only true calling I've ever been meant to pursue, Down to this very Thursday noon's hike, As I venture into Camp Nebagamon's woods, again, And find myself lost deep in thought, This time inside the mind of a falling raindrop.
09/23/10 - (3)
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