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I’ve become a simple soul,
The old ideas of what I need
I’ve left, in their tangled mess,
Down by the river
With the tangled reeds.
The old ideas of who I am
Begin to fade like mist
Or a flower left to drift
Towards the source where it began.
I’ve become a simple soul,
I eat out a wooden bowl
And buttercups are quite enough
To flood my heart with joy
And melt what seems apart
Back into the whole.
by Charlie Chamberlayne
Beautiful poem. Thank you