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?
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.
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 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.
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.
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.
A gift given, honored, & shown, Still here, with infancy grown, Show compassion & light, Clear the mind to see with true sight.
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.
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.
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.