Weeds grow haphazardly in the village
And the village travels like a boat
On the face of history
To reach its destination
Aren’t the weeds distracting to the travel?
And what’s the village’s goal, if not
To travel while the weeds distract?
And why is the goal so far away
Along the waves of words,
And not right here, right now?
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355. Right here
Published March 9, 2024 evolving , healing , Inner light , Intuition , letting go , making art , meditation , perception , Physical and non physical , Reading art , Spiritual Leave a CommentTags: beauty, detination, distract, drawing, far away, here, history, light, now, village