i am but a leaf
leaves age through the season
and fall from the Tree of Life
only to serve life
and it’s newness of expression
each leaf is a singular
within the collective
as are we
the distinguishing factors
are but illusions
of self entombed realities
they serve our esteems
our dreams
and how life seems
to be
this is not to say
their existence is
invalidated
as they are liberated of their burdens
to breathe life
unto life
but in a thousand years
time 1000
who shall remember the likes of
Rumi
Edison
King
Ghandi
Shakespeare
Christ
Kennedy
Mandela
Pulitzer
Hitler
Mussolini
Stalin
Budda
Lao
Rhodes
Bilderberg
or
Johnson and Johnson
will we “Look” to magazines
or will we have forgotten them as well
“Time” tells all secrets
in whisperings
through the knowing of the Soul
that all things do pass
but stay the same
me . . . i am but a leaf
© 19 November 2012 : william s. peters, sr.
www.iamjustbill.com
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