A wise woman once said to me
Patience my child
But in her wisdom
I didn't want to believe.
Much like the tall tree warns
The squirrel of rain coming.
It isn't long till the squirrel dies
And I start to wish,
I had listened to the woman
Who could see far, like a tree.
-gsa-
I wanted only to try to live in accord with the promptings which came from my true self. Why was that so very difficult?
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by g at 4/06/2014
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