a ship of my soul has set sail
solely to joy jaunt in its tail,
no certain course or land or mark
life is to find one's path, one's ark.
to wear each day like a stemmed bud
seek the lotus not herded mud
remaining desked, a live long task
to walk one's talk, courage to ask.
be not concerned with the close mind
`tis those that see that see the blind
as outside the box is life's air
leading the way to those in chair.
there are those that quietly know
how and when to turn freezing snow.
`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
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