Deeper mysteries await

Deeper mysteries await; no, pull at us
In age they beckon us daily
Fog to ignore or explore, either unknowing
The end of all our spiraling
Brings our true selves, home, relatives:
Maybe; or simply life as it grows on
And we are called

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on January 30th, 2016 | No Comments »

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