There is a place not new,
where I go to be whole,
where past is on review,
and future can unroll.
I see they do connect,
at least that I have found.
Some urge, yet are suspect
(old thinking holds its ground).
The good deserve a ride.
I mix it with new ways,
and hope it will provide
a calm for stormy days.
While fishing in this stream,
prudence becomes an art.
It fortifies my dream,
with whispers from my heart.
I feel that I will find,
in all this subtle flow,
there is much more to mind,
than Man may ever know.
Take care. Our thoughts are seeds.
Our actions they define.
The content of our deeds,
can torture or refine.
The wise say we must learn.
No doubt this saves much pain.
But I think we must earn,
then harvest what is sane.