All that came have come before me
beacons lighting from the past,
streams run swiftly down the mountain
rocks worn smoother as they pass.
Forests overgrown in wonder;
trees pressed up against the sky,
flowers teaching ways of beauty
to the sun’s all seeing eye.
All I am and I becoming
carried like the seeds of spring
growing in the breath of summer
covered by the falling leaves.
Then in stillness I departing
chilled by the cold winter’s breeze,
all that came have come before me
water lilies on the stream.
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