Finding My Way

Finding My Way - July 18 2016

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I found myself in times gone by,
Sinking low then rising high,
Riding waves, some low, some steep,
Floating tides, experiences deep,
Taken to the fullest seen,
My life’s perspective, clear and clean,
Then clouded by bright thoughts around,
Of others perceptions, circling sounds,
Losing grip on my own path,
Led astray by thoughts and tasks,
Other people’s sense, idea,
Of my perception, why I’m here.

Taking breath and holding course,
Now finding my way back to source.

 

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English Tanka – #5

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Crystal clear in light
Darkness so overridden
Would it were so clean

Taking darkness as a vice
And light as presiding good

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