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ROCKING IN PLACE Facing forward still rocking to and fro,I am solid but the ground moves beneath me Staying in place will not win a race, without exploration the view will never be new Takes a lot of gravity to move a flat rock ,it remains while the waves carry the sands out to sea Hard to feel wild while so idle, reins pulling at the bit and the bridle,what continues to connect me to this lonely avenue Highest high quietly slipping onto the edge of purgatory,if growing blind are we the best to be our own trustee Guided into this new place slowly but surely being edged from the race,should I simply accept the lesser ***** When does the climbing stop,regulate inhibitions to grow to the top,predetermination of seeing the edge is no guarantee Able to remain mobile or ability to go global not to be taken for granted to many simple or fine things to pursue Drawing a blank sitting solid on the planks ,memory lost at what cost are we becoming life's next detainee Chair takes it's place as we stand aside, what may place us there so easily without a care ,are we ready to set into something we can not undo. R.C.
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Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 9:46 AM UTC
ROCKING IN PLACE
ROCKING IN PLACE Facing forward still rocking to and fro,I am solid but the ground moves beneath me Staying in place will not win a race, without exploration the view will never be new Takes a lot of gravity to move a flat rock ,it remains while the waves carry the sands out to sea Hard to feel wild while so idle, reins pulling at the bit and the bridle,what continues to connect me to this lonely avenue Highest high quietly slipping onto the edge of purgatory,if growing blind are we the best to be our own trustee Guided into this new place slowly but surely being edged from the race,should I simply accept the lesser ***** When does the climbing stop,regulate inhibitions to grow to the top,predetermination of seeing the edge is no guarantee Able to remain mobile or ability to go global not to be taken for granted to many simple or fine things to pursue Drawing a blank sitting solid on the planks ,memory lost at what cost are we becoming life's next detainee Chair takes it's place as we stand aside, what may place us there so easily without a care ,are we ready to set into something we can not undo. R.C.
Am sure some might understand this, often hard to sit and watch the world go by,but also a constant reminder to be grateful for what I have , "Peace Takes Practice" Thanks for reading. Your thoughts are welcome. Rick
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Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 9:46 AM UTC
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