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by Jumpkick Johnson
In my history of teachings and
mantras
From both the East and the West
Here I am, at the breach of my expansive
Existence
Amongst crashing waves of fulfillment
The zenith of adolescence,
This comforting termination
Lain before me and the stillness of
How this wanderer's body and heart seeps in
From the finish and beginning of yet another chapter
Of another approaching journey that awaits me.
It reminds me of the long struggles that reflect upon me,
In front and behind,
And the conclusion that awaits every conflict.
Today, I die
And then, again, am arisen
Instantly
As the moon closely follows the sun
Such is my death and rebirth.
The End is only natural to a beginning that was born from another end
Which carries an infinite memory.
A brown seagull loops its way above the Atlantic, off a
lighthouse
And swings its way around outwards
To the outstretch of the sea.
The ocean breeze hits his body and the gull effortlessly hovers over this
wind
And a point of stasis in motion.
Once his stint of gliding ends,
The bird circles around yet again to begin the cycle all over again.
My friend says he does this for fun.
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