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Brown Penny
 
I whispered "I am too young,"
And then, "I am old enough";
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
"Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair."
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.
 
O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough,
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love,
Till the stars had run away,
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon.

~William Butler Yeats~

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Wednesday
Feb112009

Disappearing Favors Me Now

Shadows ahead

Shadows behind

Where will I fit

When I can no longer hide

Disappearing favors me now

Seeing, believing, fleeting somehow

 

Time goes by at light year speed

Seconds tick, years pass

Turned some corner, opened the wrong door

Sensing the time I might (will) be eager to leave 

My Spirit sensing there has to be more

 

All things we do here, have a purpose and meaning

Refusing our call, denying the truth

Drags us down, holds us back

Piles on debt we carry with us

 

Until the beacon that beckons pierces the skin

And the shadow walks next to us

And we are one

 

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