I feel,
have reached
the crests
Of every *doing*
(giving, taking, nurturing or suffering)
Until I look out side
at the troughs, bereft of me!!
The solid rocks,
I thought, were immobile
Turn out to be
Sand dunes blowing granules of
my higher calling
Billowing "sands-of-time" plateaus
uncharted thresholds for me
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