Journeys
The journeys are positively limitless
Where one appears to end,
Others seamlessly begin
Different in spirit and form,
Rhythm and style
Yet always connected
And nurturing love and life.
Pleasure and pain,
to memories are tied
And grass is green on every side.
Teachers come and teachers go
Fulfilling needs with the seeds they sow
We are but the wind,
Scattering the bounty of God
Growing in giving that which He bestows.
There is a season for everything,
And I’m going with the flow
Having tended my rosebuds
I shall now leave them to grow….
March 2009
Bombay, India
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