before the end to attain deepest heart's goal.
To return to whom whence my seed began,
unsaid love before many rivers ran.
Amidst the throng, the hot and reverent sand,
to offer in awe and thankfulness in the promised land.
A true straight leading into blinding curve,
words to be shared, stories to be heard.
To bite the tongue and still the heart,
forgive and to love self and others who cut.
A journey neverending through Pan's labyrinth,
with one who shares love, lends silent strength.
Step lightly but surely in a sage's words,
to be the change, to remember the worth.
As fading sun sets, falling light casts umbrage,
the soul to rest in joy and stillness in age.
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