For the Battle Weary

There is a task: There is no struggle.
There is a journey: There is no path.
There is a longing: There is no urgency.
There is a dream: There is no illusion.
There is a song: There is no score.
There is everything: There is nothing.
Here is where you are : There you are not.
Here is where the wonders are: There they are not. 

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A small boy sits by a stream.
The sun shines, the water rhymes.
Birds sing, wonders sparkle.
Thirty timeless years.
Debts and fears,
Treadmills.
Still the stream rhymes,
Still the Birds chime.
Still the sun shine.
The boy?
Sing my silent song.
Trim your sails to my breath.
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