I was wondering what my ancestors
Would say to me
If I asked them why
People suffered so much-
With deep meditation
I looked for answers
Within my past
Within my soul
But found none
That brought me closure-
So I went to bed
And there I wept
Until I had fell asleep-
And in my dreams
I found a vision-
People spend too much time
Looking for answers-
Not for solutions
Dedicated to Emily Dickinson
(c) Marc Noël 2008
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