All These Echoes...
All these echoes in my mind--Thoughts thinking upon themselves, folded over layer upon layer, and laid to rest long enough to be folded again.
What is two times two times two, day after day until we've forgotten what it was that multiplied itself? We find ourselves folding still, day after day, new experiences between layers of the old.
Some thoughts find the mind at rest--a quiet landscape homelike to all who visit.
But at days end, the hubbub of a tired Metropolis might seem hostile where unfamiliar company is suddenly dismissed and often familiar treated harshly.
Yet these same players rarely die but are laid to rest long enough to loom larger than the life they lead today.
Never fight! For fighting only sharpens. Find some small part to love enough to find use within the home. These larger lives thus dispersed are allies stronger than the foes they once seemed.
by Mike Akana
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