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Seeking
What then when the seeking stops ?
When the mind is challenged to step
Aside
To accept its master has arrived
What then ?
What then when the heart goes
Spinning into the wild
Over the mountain and back
Again
what then is left for the mind
To kick and scream to paint and sing
To touch and love everything
To enter pathways new to stay alone
And muse ?
The game of life played against the drop
To mistake its purpose in small
Games and stops
What then when seeking drops
When your life is challenged to step
Aside to accept its master has arrived
A decade, a score, a crumbling century
A moment in the life of this human nursery
Those with the innocent Gait
Are climbing still higher and higher
Turning in the dances and gyres
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Too much intellectual pride and not enough intellectual beauty
To Thine own Self be True
The Frost performs its secret ministry,Unhelped by any wind. Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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