A constant stream of inaccurate perception, Although I recognize this form of deception, My finite mind cannot grasp the infinite, So how could I pretend I am within it?
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Thinking Thoughts
What is so wrong with thinking a thought? I guess it depends on what is and what is not, Pleasant memories arrive in my mind, A thought that is encouraging & kind.
Grace
The transcendence of forgiveness, Applied to one’s personal business, Knowing I thought of love & kindness, For myself I thought it was what’s best.
A Million Miles
A constant that is pure, yet can’t be seen, Occasional prayer of a lifelong dream, Fragile time for all those mentioned, With possible conflict prevented.
Number of One
Only the singular amount in binary, The perspective behind eyes that may see, The point is this; completely missed, Solitary mental noise as to only resist.
Ironic Compatibility
Too many loose ends & not enough days, To be patient within reasons of many ways, To help the helpless, yet less is more, Freedom to window shop at any fine store.
Moment of Mercy
A gift given, honored, & shown, Still here, with infancy grown, Show compassion & light, Clear the mind to see with true sight.
Sunrise
I really don’t know, but how could I? Too many ways to perceive the truth or a lie, So I’ll try to make the most of simplicity, Hoping that it’s a good thing I’ll see.
So Soon Surrounded
The way it appears to feel compelled, Listening carefully to the story they tell, Cautious & curious in what’s surrounding, A choice to accept what life is offering.
Breathing Room
Or hold this away from the intent seen, Someday simplifying all that I mean, A message of hope, with ashes & smoke, Recreating a form once shattered & broke.
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