LINES OF THOUGHT © 2015

Clinging to ancestral premises,

We walk in circles, unaware,

That bound to the past, ever more

We slowly continue to un-prepare.

Instead of blooming in the now,

We keep our roots in soil worn out,

And what we could fully become,

Is suffocated by what we once clout.

Ancient truths, heavy and valued,

Should not dictate who we are today,

For it is in letting go, in new ardor,

That we find the being that wishes to stay.

Clinging to what was, we cease to live,

And thus, in time, we continue to give.

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