Soul and Meaning

As this seeming solitude
gathers itself unto me
misty memories arise
and I begin yet once again
to remember all of who I am
even as the wind begins
to blows in gusts of pure, clear air
to encourage my trust
in all that is invisible
while misty memories of love
begin to filter through
the many days and nights
of mind's reprisals
to wish no more than my arrival
back into the realm of heart and soul

for how can anyone be whole
without their heart . . . ?
opening and closing
somehow in superimposition
every variation of love's theme
that we might finally glean the truth
that all of life begins and carries on
in streams of an eternity
composed of flowing moments
of this love that is the meaning
of all life . . .


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