Circle of family

Circle of family
in our beginning
dysfunction? broken?
or simply our reality?
maybe the norm?
see here a rabbit hole of escape
we have supermarket thinking
maybe there is something better
on the next shelf
never can we escape our own life
we ever carry it with us
the stream of our life is one
we come out again
in the same woods we left
to find if we look in time
the light was in the woods
all along
filtered sun
and fireflies

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on January 25th, 2011 | No Comments »

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