Re / turning

Turning from the incidental
And commonday vacuities
Returning to transcendental
And everlasting verities
I contemplate fundamental
Things on October days like these

Between the first day and the last
Today is made of memories
Dreams of the future from the past
Surrounded by an autumn sky
Aswirl with fall fluidity
As leaves into the wind are cast

Truth is beauty I find as I
Find beauty truth enough for me
Embracing these realities
Autumnal and elemental
Which I must learn to live and die
If as I fall I dream to fly

+Steven Curtis Lance



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