Desert Dweller

This is not coincidence,
this incident of words before your eyes.
Words find us, whispering truths
when our spirit is ripe for whispers.

Entities we encounter,
each, a destined traveler crossing our path.
Those we meet, mirrors, reflecting
lessons we’re meant to absorb.

What unfolds is the only scene
that could grace the stage of now.
Each moment, meticulously designed,
challenges the rebellion of mind and ego.

Sister time knows her cue,
arriving precisely when universally decreed.
When our essence thirsts for change,
the universe conspires, and so it begins.

This episode before you is no coincidence,
these words before your eyes.
Endings,
not mere conclusions, but doorways,
passages to new realms,
inviting us seasoned travelers.

When the curtain falls,
it falls with purpose, with grace.
So in the end,
this is another beginning,
veiled in the mystique of an ending.

© 2025 Bruno Talerico
Stafford challenge 325/365.
An older poem rewritten. Inspired by Jim Morrison
Image borrowed from the internet.