Sunday Morning: Revelation

I keep listening to myself.
I keep hearing what others say about me.
I am unbothered by these things:
mostly by my self-thoughts and
less so by the thoughts of others;
I know in the end they will mean
little to nothing and all along
the true meaning of me and my thoughts
will be nothing but dandelion seeds
winging the wind as they go.

I watch myself nonetheless
and see that I am moved by so little;
that lesser or greater wind, spirit of the sky
that moves me, has so little to push upon;
there is only a gust, a puff behind me
and I go sailing off into the new.
It does not matter where I go now.
It was decided long ago where I would end up
and like a dandelion seed, I will go there
impartially driven, unbothered by the direction
I took to get there.

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onward,
T