everyone is the last hermit of their kind.
they came from themselves,
reincarnated once again.
they have renounced distractions
from before and from now.
sure, there is karmic baggage
but there is also the undisclosed gift,
that is the drawnness of talent latent within.
everyone gives appearances to causes,
as if, somehow, the light shown through.
there is unsettling consternation
at the apparel of circumstance.
sometimes the dream, and the draw
are faint from past-life memory.
generally it can appear as a guessing game.
the drawnness does not always have the mind's attention.
heart can't be heard over the harassment presenting.
but deeply within, the hermit recalls.
it is vaguely mentioned at odd times,
where the serendipitous lies unseen
but can arise
against the contrast of normative life.
surely it can be dismissed a thousand times over.
no matter, it is instilled deeply within,
even if the punch-line is deathbed delivered.
everyone is the last hermit of their kind,
and they all, we all, honor,
that which is the deeply within,
either by confluence, contrast or contradiction.
the dynamic is not dismissible,
even by denial, delusion, deception or denunciation.
the unique expression of oneness runs that deep.
diversity is the common prayer.
and everyone,
in their energetic truth,
is the last of their essential uniqueness in kind . . .
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