poetry – Page 81 – Picking Up Roots

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let go of troubles -
all this is temporary -
stay hungry for the clean air
of a free mind;
unburden yourself of that you cannot control;

if you must pick up the weight of caring,
let the cause be worthy of you
and more than you,
that you may be fulfilled
in doing work for others

Stillness

stillness
disguised as inactivity -
the brain always churns -
a moment to remember
life's past,
to let the present
wash over you,
to think on the future -
a nudge to move
forward
to keep chasing your dreams;
a day is never wasted

Stealing Time

we are chasing youth
with its vibrant immaturity;
not satisfied with the knowledge
from the wisdom of aging;
we try to recapture
an invincibility we never had
as bold sunsets mark
the passing of our days

orange dawn awakens us to wonder
how we might
find a few more minutes,
no hours,
no days,
weeks,
months -
just a few more years -
to accomplish the countless dreams
we gave up to the chase
not understanding
that wanting
was stealing our time