How does a man walk when
so many paths
so many mounds
so many holes
abound all around.
They all call out
all saying they are the one
they are security and respsect
they are the freedom
they are the peace
And how, how can he choose.

Finally he
he is not superman
he can not possibly
know them all
be them all
see them all
please them all
he admits to the wisdom
of his place, context, time.
He admits his eyes are
far larger than his stomach.

His head and heart a mountain and his life a sweet pebble.

Dreams are for dreaming and
life is weaving.

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