Poem: Simplicity Song

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Simplicity Song

One
or two
things.

Let the others
go.

Chisel at it.

feel the pain of each release
and let it evaporate. It will, and
faster
than you imagined.

There are it seems,
fewer things that matter
than you believed

and each that remains,
becomes even more
a treasure,

taking up less than space
but and more
of soul.

About this poem

The older I get. The less I want. Life often seems a battle to release, not to gather, stuff, and to gather, not release, love.

Tom

 

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