Too many pieces blowing in the wind
Up and down, swirling round, then finally descend
Every tiny detail, each to it’s own end.
Is this the upside, right side, down side?
Why do I feel I’m being taken for a ride?
Fitting every piece with nothing as a guide.
I’ll quit and leave this up to the wind
It must know which are the right ones to send
What difference does my effort even make in the end?
So I lay down and simply watch them flow.
Then beyond,my eyes catch the sky where it glows.
Transfixed within, matchless peace will grow.
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