As I March

As I march
my soles ground me
to Mother Earth,
where all our souls connect.

Searching for
the immediate, infinite now
where past and future meld
in a brilliant circle.

Seeking a path
through the chaotic future,
that presently I cannot see
but step faithfully into.

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