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at the screen, and nothing came
a whisper of something quite different came flying by, in pure insistence
at the time, was this tiny flicker of insight, waiting to be seen on just the right night
first, is how it works
recognition, as it makes its way to the floor outside our open hearts door
for entry, realizing we’re retreating,
wonders, and all the while saunters,
back and forth
pacing, and relishing in the journey at our hearts very core
messages unheard, unseen, yet felt by those with the ability to be free from constricted sense-
more, while numbness subsides, resulting in a most fantastic grin, which I adore
come and go, yet, wherever we do travel, human beings on this planet know one thing for sure
have healed for ages, and will continue to far past the time when we’ve left this plane forevermore
I sat down last night to write my diary entry, and, well, nothing came forward. That was, until I opened the document I use to write poetry drafts. Then, this piece came forward. How fun it all is.
Have a beautiful week, everyone.