Though patterns seem to exist
the idea of recreating the wheel
pops into mind
every breaking day.
How would lives become independent
with working the reality
of our dreams
aspirations.
How do we step away from routine,
the quiet horror of being
caught up in the mundane
the same old,
the victory just beyond our reach
sometimes unattainable.
In this our quiet space
can we speak to the place,
the origins of a value
that carries our hearts beyond
the simple pursuit we live.
© Thom Amundsen 9/2021
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If a measure could suggest definition,
Would we cease succession of passion.
While all around humanity play travails
Might we all become a cutting prevails.
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Search the world over for recompense
Only then discover all momentous tense
Realizations begin only again when slow
Mind unyielding decides somehow show.
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When in childhood needn’t depend on time
Only marvels and wonder were made of thyme,
A recipe in growth in satisfaction newly gained
When all the others left and just he remained.
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In writing, the paths we take are all we release,
In knowing, in hoping, in trial we find peace.
Tradition suggests acknowledge ourselves
In scheme, our spiritual karma wanes,
Like to believe that humanity delves
Where love in peace speaks hopeful gains.
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Wild abandon ills principled decline
In our children’s eyes we extinguish fire,
That reckoning once spoke roses and whine
Today, private anguish will less inspire.
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Young minds of tomorrow whose direction
We ask to maintain, we demand they thrive
While daily shattered streams are solution.
Sweet anxiety, media minds strive.
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In a world, in a place, in a vacuum
Pretense is doomed if we choose to presume.
This is a dark cavern
like a dream.
Travel in a descent,
the walls are cold and icy
narrowing
into a long black hole.
A foreboding anxiety
rests on shoulders
knowing only some faith
will allow
a waking moment.
Speed is remarkable
when caught in the cyclone
drifting aimless
wanting only to step off …
Open your eyes
see the wonder
life has offered
on opportunity
floating in space
all fears might erase
that backstory
the narrowing tube
looked like life
might suffocate
your dreams.
Now we are floating
gravity is a notion
as we fly throughout this
open cavern
Now the only concern
being
where to land.
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