02023-05-23 | Poetry | 1 comment

are we lost
when we gaze at the moon
or lovers eyes

or are we lost
when we hustle to fill a quota
or run after the bus

Found on this post from 2010. 

1 Comment

  1. JaneParham

    I am found
    when I gaze at the moon
    or my lover’s face

    I am lost
    when I speak or act
    with a stressful, noisy mind

    I am found
    with quietly deeply feeling
    “You can do this!”


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