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There’s no place to hold the Old Ways
The Ways that held the lies I made up
That I made up to make the imperfect
perfectly Ok to accept as the truth
Where this truth shifted out of that Way
easily
That truth that held me to a Way
A this Way and a that Way
of perception through these eyes
through these beautiful limited
perceptions of what the Way over there
is
Old Ways are new Ways now
Ways to get things done and Ways
to make things right if they were wrong
A fork in the road does that sometimes
A wrong Way had its reasons to
be
For sure I am on my Way, count on it
If there is a Way there I’m gonna find it
A long Way, a short Way, this Way
That Way, Way the hell over there
The Way is marked by broken branches
see
Only, if you follow someone else’s marks
Will that Path, that Way be your Way?
When it all shakes out, shimmers in the Light
Sends sparks of right up your spine
The Way of the heart is my only
Way
Jeanne Adwani ~ geezer girl 