A Poem for the Seekers on the Mystery Walk

We are rivers running
Even when we are lost
Crystal oceans in sight
Paths splintered and alone
From the ocean we come
Sprinting craving silver rocket people
And dreamily awake to 
The ever open ocean we go
When our paths are facets of
Jeweled night and incense dawn
We are always lost and found 
Always dark and bright 
On the road to ourselves 

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