When I'm hungry and depleted
When I feel tired and low
I pick up a book
Perhaps Blake, Rumi, Wordsworth
And, once more, I begin to feel nourished
I'm fed heartily with a steaming plate of poetry and wisdom
These poems, these combinations of words and ideas across time
Not only keep me going on weary days
They also guide me towards something
Each poem is a finger pointing, and a voice softly saying
"This way my friend, this way. You've been lost for a while"
Poems can only help show you the way
But only you can make the steps of your journey
And your destination is beyond words
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