Walking the walk.

Stalking the light
through deep winter,
not always knowing

the day from the night,
the night from the day. . .

But, to wind and to turn
like an unfettered stream
is the natural way. . .

As for your mind to learn,
and your dream to get clear,
you continue to ride
your own current,
with your own heart to steer,

so you stay in your stride,
as you put a deaf ear
to spurn the resurgence
of the world’s supposed urgent
and loud-squawking talk.

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