All Is Well
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I found some objects in my pocket, unsure of their utility.
A cushion under a tree for a cloud over the sea.
He knew that I should have the rope, the pot and the bag
So I untied myself from the beings, cooked a meal for all and packed my mind.
He was me before I was born. I discovered him yesterday. Now I know that he could see the future, he chose my life and gave me all the tools to trust each moment as a challenge to remember him.
I can live.
-
Sud Ram
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this is a lovely poem. thank you for sharing