Pebbled moments



When happiness does dance within,

so sadness tiptoes close,

reminding of polarity;

not one, but always both.


The Self as truth

can hardly be,

reality as cast,

for life does tinker,

and rework

what we may

see as me.


The world within a universe,

in cosmic calling thrust,

demanding Soul investigate;

that Self can be full cast.


What is does fully demonstrate,

how little we can choose,

that life will seek to remonstrate;

our choice, to learn or lose.


Halfway to where when time denies,

all relevance and place,

and so demands we journey on;

each moment now does trace.

About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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