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The wind is cold and the rain stung as it strikes my face. Yes winter is around the corner. The clocks are turned back as if we could save time from its self. How little has been learned and yet most continue to walk with impunity as if they mark time even though it’s the other way around. I can not see a life that is in constant turmoil of where I am going. I stare at the land knowing that it is not the first time I have looked upon it. Even though I know it may be the last. I’m not sure how I feel about that. The distance I have traveled from my home is so far away yet it gets closer every day. I’m not sure how to feel about that either. The hum of the divine is loud. I know it’s a marker to what I have seen, where I am to go and what I will become. I use it to guage the depth and distance i have traveled. I know that though there was a time I thought the hum silent. I now know it was actually the loudest it had ever been. I sing along feeling the bite of the rain. I smile with the understanding that rhythm of life is not set by the humans. It’s set by the rhythm of a song sad to say that is not heard by most.
