Knot, Knot, Who’s There?

Sally with a cake for Mary (2)

What is a life,

if not a chance to untangle a personal knot.

That karmic tug

to repeat and repeat

the same sequential circumstances

with no chance for a fresh approach.

 

The good thing about aging is that you get onto your own tricks.

Freeing those feelings that were tossed into the sea.

Being with them without condition.

 

 

 

 

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