(first published on 31/12/23)

A kernel sits inside a shell,
anticipating the new year.
Yet, in the act of splitting
it knows some things must
be left behind.
As it crosses the line,
it takes stock before leaping forward.
Now blessed with abundance and wisdom,
the kernel has nothing to fear.
What will be will be.
Our history cannot dictate what is unwritten.
In the act of splitting, only an empty shell
remains.
Empty shells are worthless,
unlike the pearls that the future contains.
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Published on December 31, 2024 12:01