Lost Horizons

[Guest guest]

Inside out, the story goes.

Whirling about, the center knows.

Picking up the empty cup,

the answer speaks to down and up.

The forest breathes through livid leaves,

and brings us here to find the trees.

Worry not upon the way,

tomorrow is another day.

In the searching, all is fair,

being here, and loving there.

And if you miss it in the now.

it's bound to come again somehow.

But for your eyes and for your heart

you'd have the goal before the start.

Outside in the story goes,

sitting still, the center knows.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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