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One meandering life

 
I know how it began, we all know where it ends.
Between this beginning and its end survives;
One meandering life.

Seasons come and go,
Relationships bloom and burst,
The Constant Gardner is ever at work.
Seeding flowers, planting trees,
Some to bloom others to grow.
Amidst this growth and decay,
Amidst fading-by-the-night flowers and everlasting trees,
Is one meandering life.

Climbing mountains riding waves,
Catching an 'Appooppan Thadi' chasing a dream,
Amidst sleep and wakefulness,
Is one meandering life.

Answering questions questioning answers,
Questioning the questions that longed for answers
And the answers that begged for questions.
Between moments of clarity and aeons of confusion,
Is one meandering life.

Milestones by the way
Discount distances yet to be run.
What is known is your truth,
The unknown is all mine.
Between the distances of the mind
And those of the milestones
Is one meandering life.

Stuck between truths,
Yours and mine;
Is one meandering life.


April-2009

From Life in a Multiverse

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