Encounters
I think, therefore I am. Not so!
Apart from others I am no one
Encounters both of joy and woe
Make life’s tapestry so spun
Encounters coming at the dawn
The pan-pipes playing on the hill
Joy to which I’m strangely drawn
Old music to inspire and thrill
Encounters on the winding road
The stranger met as if by chance
Words of wisdom from him flowed
Showing patterns in the dance
Encounters come and go each day
Bring to life our mortal clay
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