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2003-07-12 - 4:01 p.m. Glimpses, images, fleeting thought monuments of lessons taught when I was but twenty years old I ventured out into the cold over thicket, log and creek a hike to get where life can speak forging on till bended knee revealed a single seedling tree alone, surviving winter's snow, so very young, so far to go; it didn't take a wick to see that budding stick pertained to me the message came home clear that day I prayed for life and turned away and headed back before sunset I wasn't ready, not quite yet. [Twenty years go by and by My oh my how time does fly] one day on travel in Japan I read the story of a man while visiting a monument I think near Ginza, where he spent a lifetime, many years ago, a prophet and a wiseman known for greatness in the way he lived for how he'd tirelessly give and when he died, his one request was that his final place of rest would be beneath the city street a symbol of humility creatively inspiring me that one so great could ever be � � |