The sun highlights the cracks in my skin
My double chin
I see the toll under my eyes
The width of my thighsÂ
The hair thin, as color fades
Replaced with gray
As I be peer inside the aging skin and inquire to my source within
When?
When have I loved that which was given to me?
When will I attain serenity?
The pleasure of joy and ease
The movement of morning breeze?
The quiet of cosmic planes spreading vastly…
Knowing me and all that I truly am
When?
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