Monterey-Year 2012 (From Atish-Dyuti's photo album)
I am waiting
For times to return
Of unspoken words
Lying on the grass
That will not be stepped
On again;
I am waiting
For those seasons to come
Packed with all the action
And that one moment
Of undefined glory
And look of relief;
I am waiting
To find myself
In the crowd of thinkers
The believers
And the saints of sorts
Who choose to be, among others;
I am waiting.
For times to return
Of unspoken words
Lying on the grass
That will not be stepped
On again;
I am waiting
For those seasons to come
Packed with all the action
And that one moment
Of undefined glory
And look of relief;
I am waiting
To find myself
In the crowd of thinkers
The believers
And the saints of sorts
Who choose to be, among others;
I am waiting.
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