on a wind that never stops,
a drifting of time and place that
will take us all on currents, without
any destination planed for, still must
this journey be taken, to the stillness
that is destination destined for all here.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Time passes in such a strange way.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
To me, Time is like a raging river carrying us along. It can't be stopped and we know not where it will take us.
Just hold your breath and go with the flow. On wind or water the destination remains the same. The big question is ..WHY? Intriguing work. Loved it. - Phil A.
I agree 100% - make you a deal - if we ever find the answer we will let each other know!
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