Todamorrow

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Waters calm and eyes are steady,

Make way a vision to know the Many.

We share a space in sacred Time.

A space not of matter, but One of mind.

A place to see when in life, we're blind.

Know the peace, soon around this bend....

Know a truth of a time called 'When'.

A simple day returns again.

A sound is heard and the tone is Wind.

The calm is near, there is no 'end' and then,

A truth is seen and our people blend...

Sharing language and letter,

is a way to make better,

needless suffering and sorrow.

Our day now Today....

...is called Tomorrow.

Dream in the Winds... and Live again.

~A poem by Storm