No One Path

There is no one path

If we follow someone else’s path

we find their destination

not ours

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Advice on the journey

but not the destination

Only our own heart and soul

can know our destination

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Be yourself

Follow your heart and soul

Do what feels right to you

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There is no one path

The Jester

Keeping up appearances

is what we do

Whilst on the inside

our mood is completely blue

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We smile and chat

as if all is fine

The reality is not

so benign

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We are the jester

all happy and content

but in our mind

we are suffering anguish and

torment

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We all need to learn

to look beyond the smile

So the real mood we see

rather than the guile

The Soulful Dragon

Through mountain valleys

the soulful dragon flew

Across rivers and lakes

she soared

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Resplendent in copper and gold

Her immense wings

belie their size

with gentle silent fluttering

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Her dark eyes

looking

scouring

for what she seeks

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Intoxicating to watch

terrifying to see

is our soulful dragon

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With vengeful claws

and malevolent teeth

Our armoured bird is the

queen of all she surveys

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With grace and finesse

she swoops and turns

while all below

cower

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An enigma

a beauty

all alone

is our soulful dragon

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She continues to soar

looking

for what she seeks

The North Pole

North

Is where we head

the destination of our lives

where the compass direct us

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During our travels we face

many storms

The driving wind and rain

With its relentless headwind

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With our hoods pulled up

Head down

We fight against the storm

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Mercifully every now and then

shelter is found

We shake ourselves dry

Another storm survived

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Our journey is relentless

we can never stop

always heading North

as fate dictates

Brigands

The unending storm

Brutal and beautiful

Majestic Mother Nature

on the march

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Enough is enough

Is what she says

The time has come

to take back what is hers

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To reclaim the planet

from the brigands of humanity

Who do not respect the gift

she has given

The Fox

The fox strolls through the midden lost

and confused

Where it came

it does not know

Where it goes

It has no idea

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The pungent smell intoxicates it’s nose

Even for a fox, repellent it is

Searing rotten fish dung mix

Why is it here

It has no clue

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The floppy ground covers its paws

Sink sink into the fluid mixture

Each step a squishy challenge

What has happened

Confused our fox is