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...on my journey home
the trees whisper to the breeze
mysterious leaves
speaking to my tattered soul
beyond my understanding
my understanding
tangled in these worldly weeds
binds me to this path
listening to nature's voice
my hurried ears seldom hear
my ears seldom hear
quiet calm along this path
chaotic order
harmony in peaceful trees
language I've till now ignored
language I've ignored
the doors of my life left locked
gently swinging free
telling me to leave my grief
and listen, listen to me
I listen to thee
the stream, the wind, and the leaves
and hear she is there
I walk with her no longer
alone, on my journey home...
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Author Notes
A circular Tanka chain, as I go 'round and 'round on this long journey home.
Please note the last two lines are meant to have two exactly opposite meanings at once: first, that I walk with her spirit, no longer alone; second that I can no longer walk with her and must continue my life alone. The comma in the last line shows my preference, but for me at times both meanings are true.
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