they ask me where i am really from
that is a good question i say
i ponder for a moment
my stillness goes astray
the waters are turbulent and brown
i search for answers in black and white
my wandering mind
wants to remember the one out of sight
i answer i don’t know where i am really from
that is interesting they say
they ponder for a moment
another lost connection in another day
we arrive and depart from the universe alike
me they you and more
why does it matter
where we are really from and where we go
they ask me where i am really from
that is a good question i say
i ponder and decide
i will not let my stillness go astray
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I enjoyed the flow of ideas, Sobhana, tranquility in the face of questions that perhaps have no answers: to let them be and flow by.
Strange days. With other people, sometimes I am lost in my own thoughts, and sometimes I talk too much, pointlessly.
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“..to let them be and flow by”…love that. Thanks, Steve.
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My pleasure as always, Sobhana.
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