Cast randomly as pebbles,
on the beach of life,
swelling and ebbing,
bumping and chafing,
rock upon rock.
Highs and lows
floating and drifting
on the tide of discovery,
timeless,
effortless.
Ground with perpetual
motion, sharp edges
round to easy tolerance,
smooth,
liquid acceptance.
Once jagged fragments
dug into bedrock formality,
hurtful,
ruthless,
angry.
But with the hourglasses
shifting sands
comes understanding,
troubled waters wane
from moons waxing.
So, the cycle of life
goes on beating to the heart
of nature,
stilled by the passage
of discovery.
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I must be showing my age ..
Nice to see you my friend 

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