#1718 - the ways of the world

 

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the ways of the world

 

are every which

by stream

and sunwide shown

 

they grow by step

by breath

 

the way has these days of a mountain

 

those whom you meet

have come thus far

 

are all because they have been before

 

even surefooted

far in the midst

a stumble of sorts

 

uphill a line is a pause for breath

it’s good for the knees to go up

 

then sometimes sit

wait for time to come

 

you just had to be there

 

an old tree is the wild creek’s midst

 

the creek is quicker than the way

and sometimes the way is the bed of a creek

ask which came first

 

you learn the names along the way

they are just as far as gone

 

forget your self as well

 

track beaten

rung with pilgrim bells

 

way’s made

 

by hoof, by hand, by wiser heads

 

I salute all the work of the way

each careful stone

the leaf strew skitter

mud to fit

 

one has to look out for the signs

 

of course one may be shown but

 

the ways of the world are all one

to the wanderer

 

much up as down

frequently flat

one goes along with

 

the ways of the world

are every which

by stream

and sunwide shown

they grow by step

by breath

 

they are a homeless home