“tomorroW”
(Nearing the end of the a-to-z challenge, using the last letter of the word rather than the first.)
“tomorrow,” said the sea,
“everything will happen again.
everything that has been,
or is,
will again be, in that moment.”
“why must it be so?” I asked –
“because life is music —
the melody of our choices,
the harmony and discord of our relationships,
and the rhythm of recurrence and repetition.”
I listened to the waves,
Felt the sun and wind on my face,
And realized:
The difference between
Me choosing my fate
And
My fate choosing me
Is a lot more
Than the order of the words
Interesting poem/idea Is there really choice? I feel like a moth battering its wings on a screen door.
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There is a choice. You may be at the wrong door…
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ouch! and you could be right only it’s an awfully big ,dark world out there.And i did like that one particular light.
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