Do you ever wonder
what happens when we’re done?
The drive for completion
seems to never be won
Once we’re done
There is more to do
so how can we be done
if it never actually comes
I sense a bigger question
my mind in gestation
Words of frustration
Bring about contemplation
A world in search of done
never reaching completion
It’s no wonder the frustration
feels the only thing won
The wise say it is the journey that counts
Counts towards what?
Is there a certain amount?
How many journeys count?
You can see the confusion
Is it all an allusion
to the power of illusion?
Or not measured by the mind
which sees one more time
No matter how much we’ve done
It is never done until we’re done
We never know how many bends
show up on the journey to the end
And who’s to say where we actually begin?
Could the supposed end
be the very spark
for things to start somewhere else again?
Somewhere on the inside
A journey not seen from the outside
Deep to the core
A spot too sensitive to ignore
Where we move in the space
Between sanctity and grace
A place not limited by time
It is the space for the mind
replaced by the heart’s mind
Knowing its done,
though it does not matter.
Its work creates a rhythm
Measured by beats not matter.
A resonance wave of lives
touched by what truly matters,
because one more of us in matter
turned our journey to the core
and faced a spot too sensitive to ignore.
We chose to learn a dance
in the rhythm and the pace
finding our beat by chance
between sanctity and grace.
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