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Epilogue

 

When you stare into

Your willow pond at night

 

And, see minnows quivering,

Lilies floating,

 

And, dragonflies hovering;

When you find nothing missing,

 

Not even the subtle reflections

Of the stars above;

 

Then it's time to take a walk.

Begin a pilgrimage

 

Of undetermined destiny

And, empirical design.

 

Conclude your journey only

When it guides you

 

To its rightful end, 

And, not a light year sooner.

 

By then, you will have

Laughed indelibly,

 

Cried uncontrollably,

And, loved irrevocably.

 

By then, you will have

Forged paths through jungles,

 

Constructed bridges

 Across crevices,

 

And, lost a precious friend

To eternity.

 

If you return to 

Your willow pond

 

And, find it holds 

A new star above,

 

You'll know it's time

To take another walk.

 

Begin a second pilgrimage

Of determined destiny

 

And, unempirical design.

Conclude your journey only

 

When it reveals a feather

And, a pearl.

 

By then, you will have grown wings

And, become treasure.

 

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