When there is nothing more

Sometimes a journey of self – discovery begins is unexpected places. I took these pictures in Xiahe, Gansu Province. China I wrote this poem this afternoon.

The river flows by,
the clouds float by,
no miracles occurred.
Just today, this moment, this hour.

There is everything in it,
day-after-day.
Until, in the shadow of death
I write my final words.

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