The seasons of life
They come and go
As spring flowers bloom
Soon, set on high, is summer's noon
Then, autumn leaves they colorfully blow
Leaving not too far, winter's cold that looms
And yet
There's no
That which was
To fret
No anxious breaths
For what's to come
For undivided and whole
Remains the year itself
Unrivaled, undefiled, unfelled
Holding
Centuries untold
Held
As light expands, unfolds
And so
Though the days of the months do pass
Still
As we're still
We Know
We're more so young than old
Fearless adventurers
Bold
Unsurpassed
Taking hold
Letting go
Spiritual Beings
Never leaving
The
Near not far
Way
Of perfection's Heart

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Copyright (c) Michael Mayer 2007