that irresolute nature of mistake,
the grief, sometime pity,
the realization of a period or our lives,
when misnomers, misreads, easily solved riddles
become the purveyor of our future
decisions.
How often have I felt the pain of my reality,
yet while refusal,
that piece of ignorance,
speaks in a tone all too familiar,
when does the wheel begin to turn,
the one I’m slowly trying to recreate,
in the solitary confines of my mind.
~
I would imagine a world where life could
only happen
rather than a constant reliance upon
misconception.
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We do walk in similar paths,
all of heart, our desire, our inspiration,
driven by a soulful paradigm,
that when slow
we do look inside one another eye’s
we might realize
there is truth to the service of our own faith
to call upon a world similar
with peace and love being the mantra of our day.