Inner World
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Thought structures & the Formless; brought to her as I’m
speechless. Source Divine, crossing another line; courage to
progress, as it is defined. The horizon of where I’ve been;
expectations if I’ll lose or win. Strength, clarity, & clouded
skies; no more worries of presenting what is wise. Foolish
feelings pass on a delightful freeway; as the Earthlings carry on
in many ways. I am one too, so I know what to do; balancing
the ups & downs moving through. Psychologically or
Spiritually, it pulls me in direction. Emotions guide for a way of
correct navigation. So onward we go, paths of peril & reward;
it’s good that I know, the difference between pen & sword. So I
sit down & meditate, clear my mind to hesitate. Not thinking of
thoughts or memories, for that I would need to choose my
destiny. Yes, the various constants, the paradoxes we avoid.
Maybe ignorance is bliss, because right now I feel joy.
Confusion hears this fact & I affirm complete clarity right back.
Sifting & sorting with all things inclusive, to offer what a poem
produces. Nothing tangible, yet if I was to read between the
lines; the vibe I feel is the message sent of being fine. Not
concerned, for I have a choice, I have a voice, & above all I can
rejoice. I am alive to write these words; as my mind & soul will
completely merge.
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