Posted in Poems and muses by me

The Hermit Soul

To some it’s insane and unfair

To be affable and relaxed

With all that you are not;

Countless baby things stay with you

Like those of jumbo ones

Still, you keep growing out of it

Not to lose your first nature

As day loses itself to night;

As a multitude of universes

Flow along you, forever;

Yet, you repose in the universe within,

The eternal hermit soul

That never stagnates

With forays into a moment’s flurry.

~**~

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