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Meditation

How fraught the mind can be along its voyage

through sands of sorrow and seas of joy.

Reflections in those blackened waves mirror

the thoughts we once knew,

thoughts drowned in that idle noise.

What could overcome that call

to something greater, that longing

for a break in the monotony

of our own careless design?

Can you hear it as it rings?


Of that call I am certain

no man has heard tell, save

for rumors of glory, shrouded

in laurels and wreaths;

that which champions crave.

It shines above us, guiding

like a lighthouse guides a ship,

a ship lost without sight of land.

Oh, that sight of safety,

easily lost in those reckless trips.

It is too easy to lose it, though

in a swift moment of doubt.

We can only be guided for so long

before our impatience demands

that we take some other route.

So, here we stand, on this unknown road

leading our hearts to nowhere.

Standing still as statues

in that quiet, hopeful repose,

Hoping to find our purpose there.



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