Beauty
The very word born of the trees
My stained-glass heart ruptures for thee:
A pang of joy to cure dis-ease
Serendipity
Autonomy
Autonomy,
The very word bears energy,
Yet squandered on another’s dreams:
We must reclaim our destinies
Serendipity (4)
Serendipity
The very word, born of whimsy
Appears most preternaturally
Arrives before Time is ready
Serendipity (1)
Serendipity
The very word born of the sea
Has poured herself into my being
And guides by virtue of foreseeing
Equanimity
Equanimity
The very word, born of ‘to be’
Stymies egocentricity
And offers possibility
Possibility
Possibility
The very word born of the trees
Give her seeds, without a doubt
She’ll plant your dreams, and they will sprout
Serendipity (2)
Serendipity
The very word born of the sea
The when of who and what will be
Navigates the North inside of me
Serendipity (3)
Serendipity
The very word born of the sea
She whispers close and wanders far
And guides us by the light of stars
Her role in Time’s totality: universal anonymity
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