IN THE END
The lines in my hand,
Were read once,
By a gypsy, who
Predicated a long life...
But with many interruptions.
And indeed that has been
True, starting one
Project, to be interrupted
By another.
Now, more than half
Of this life is over, I
Come to a crossroad,
Will it be the same, one
Goal, then another?
And in the end,
Perhaps all that matters,
Is kindness...
In all situations,
Toward all people,
An awareness to be,
With what is.
(2013)
About acceptance of yourself and others.
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