Beating

Beating,
my heart once beat its way
through a strange and sprawling world.

The past comes and walks by your side
once more. Don’t linger take leave of the time
and hold onto your gratitude and enchantments.

Illuminate the dark that created us.

Clarity shines in every depth.

When my heart beats now
it walks on beaten paths, and I choose from the fields
what life has granted me.

This week’s is a ‘Cento’ poem assembled from poems written by Hannah Arendt.

Dream intentionally - while you're awake