Happiness

Happiness

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Does happiness just happen,

Something you catch like a cold?

Or is it chosen,

An attitude or circumstance decided,

Like a flower you place in a glass

To color the moments that pass?

Is it a state that develops,

A pleasure that occurs

Instead of a pain,

An imagining in the mind

That's really not there?

Is it a possession acquired,
A capacity possessed
Like an ear for a sound?
Is it a distant sail upon a silver sea
That passes too fast,

A rainbow dream
That cannot last,
A hidden smile
That's now unveiled?

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Could There Be?

Could There Be?

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Could there be another me,

A living presence in another world

Just like me,

A reflection universe with replicas

Of what is here?

I would not escape my wondering

For all the gods declared,

No solaces divine can compare

To the freedom of my mind.

For it wasn't with the wheel formed

Or fire made,

Nor when grunts became a knowing sound

That Man first touched the sky,

But when his searching mind

First wondered why...

I want no easy answers,
Only mysteries placed before my eye,
That I may ever wonder why.

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Rainbows

Rainbows

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What a world this is!
Rainbows and waterfalls,

Songbirds and butterflies...

And a little girl's eyes.

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The Master

The Master

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I would be master

Of my fate,

But I find no helm to till,

No rudder, no mast,

No mooring line to cast.

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A Secret Sculptor

A Secret Sculptor

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A secret sculptor

Dwells within the sea
Far beyond the foaming waves,

Who nightly fashions

Finely forms of stone and wood,
Salvaged from their salty graves

To place upon the sea washed sand...

A gift for mourning strollers by the sea

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A Passer's Footsteps

A Passer's Footsteps

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 Leave a modest mark upon the stone

That Time will on its own erase,

For what you mark

Upon the name of man

Is but a passer's footsteps

Made upon a changing sand.

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A Path Of Sand

A Path Of Sand

 

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The restless sea sends its claws

Against the bounding land,

Forging a battlefield

Deep in grains of fallen sand.

A billion years

The war has raged

To pave a path of sand for me

Between the silent stone and surging sea ...
Where I will soon forever be.
 

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