The field, the sky, the marsh, the wind,
The absolutely true;
A piece of all that’s all-in-peace,
And wondering – cut through

I see, and feel my whole life turn,
Though none may understand;
What I have known, I must unlearn,
A heartbeat minute-hand

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

2 thoughts on “”

  1. wow- this set of words- just enough and not more-and i can feel that moment: that gathering of something inside even while letting go and it is such a lonely feeling and yet it isn’t for i am one with something much greater than me.
    This one like so many leave me both choked up and motivated to try harder with my own work.

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