Stardust
Resolutions
Rainy Seasons
What If...
Blue Sky
Your Own Mind
Lab
As It Should
Ancestors
Rituals
Catching Up
Light Years
You Have No Flaws
Bigger Boat
Til Your Ship Comes In
Death Weather
Be-longing
Symphony of Tears
Models
Tell the Truth
Keep Pulling
Til Your Ship Comes In
While you were waiting
for your ship to come in,
for your dear (blank) to come along,
for more money,
for a bigger, better (blank),
for your pain to subside,
for your depression to ebb,
your resentments to weaken,
and your karma to catch up:
the dishes and laundry have piled up,
the garden soil has been depleted,
the dog has gotten old,
your friends have moved away,
your children have grown and left home,
your eyes have drooped,
your skin has wrinkled,
your hair has greyed.
Yet, here you stand —
your hill to die on
nothing but a dream lurking elusively
beyond the horizon.
And while you've been lost in
watching for even the slightest flicker of
motion,
your real life, this ordinary life filled with
ordinary moments of
joy, and sadness, and fear, and pain, and
laughter, and love
has sailed right by.
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