
Dawn awakens from slumber
Returning from mystic travels
Soul joins my body
I am at peace
Day filled with life
Hustle, bustle, scurry, run
Taking time to know
I am filled with joy
Evening slows my rush
Lakeside sunset beckons me
Reflection shows me all
I Am the I Am
Night gives sweet repose
Other dimensions call me
Body sleeps, soul travels
I merge with All
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Today in recognition of the number 4, several poems I post today will be 4×4 poems, i.e., four lines with four words each. This first one has four stanzas to acknowledge the four seasons but 4×4 poems do not require four stanzas.
Four, a strong symbol found throughout nature and cultures, is the symbol of wholeness and university, a symbol that draws all to itself.
Ovid, “Four Ages of the World,” said that the fourth age was: Iron, with treachery, violence, greed, deceit…