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When I met the wise, old man I asked him the questions What am I doing now? What is next? What is holding me back? How do I overcome? What am I doing now? He showed me fireworks And fists raised An envelopement Strong laughter A tightly wound cocoon A smile of a lover A comfortable chair. What is next? The sound of scribling Paper becoming full The turn of a page A burst of tears An overwhelming achievement What is holding me back? A wailing in the rain A dark, Lonely room Closed eyes Anxious heart A Comfortable chair How do I overcome? Running Sweating Sacrificing Sitting in a chair Exhaustion Then I ask the wise, old man If I will be A success And he threw a stick In the fire Pointed to the sparks And held my hand.
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Jun 7, 2021
Jun 7, 2021 at 3:10 AM UTC
Wise Old Man
When I met the wise, old man I asked him the questions What am I doing now? What is next? What is holding me back? How do I overcome? What am I doing now? He showed me fireworks And fists raised An envelopement Strong laughter A tightly wound cocoon A smile of a lover A comfortable chair. What is next? The sound of scribling Paper becoming full The turn of a page A burst of tears An overwhelming achievement What is holding me back? A wailing in the rain A dark, Lonely room Closed eyes Anxious heart A Comfortable chair How do I overcome? Running Sweating Sacrificing Sitting in a chair Exhaustion Then I ask the wise, old man If I will be A success And he threw a stick In the fire Pointed to the sparks And held my hand.
#meditation#higherself#future#happiness#dreams#success
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Jun 7, 2021
Jun 7, 2021 at 3:10 AM UTC
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