I mourn
the turning of time.
Shall I clutch at the moment,
or the passing days gone by?
Or shall I be free
to stroll the fields, with you?
Free to know the wind
as an ever changing friend.

I mourn
the turning of time.
Shall I clutch at the moment,
or the passing days gone by?
Or shall I be free
to stroll the fields, with you?
Free to know the wind
as an ever changing friend.

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As so often Brooke, when I feel unsure of my stand in life, I read one of you poems and I am strongly reassured.
A definitive book in my early life was called Fear of Freedom and it’s message has held true for me ever since.
Be free.
Be joyous.
Be love.
These three follow each other, around and around, and are really one.
Thank you Brooke.
Peter
Absolutely beautiful, Peter. I’ve missed your wide open wisdom. I hope you’ve been well! I’ll email you soon! x
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