a vision of truth really catches the eye
and moves into your soul to just abide.
Reaching out to feel the whole.
Sending mind into a cosmic spin.
Human kind's creations
holding sickness that must be akin
to vast patterns that grow
all too fast and too deep in the skin.
Like bridges of cement that overarch
all we think or tell ourselves
we really 'ought to' feel.
Standing in between ourselves and heaven.
Psychological knots into body's distress.
Believing the worst. Never finding the best.
For it's been stricken from our limited
vocabulary of intense abuse.
Neurotically obsessed by time.
Stressed out by the tasks assigned.
Living in the vacuum that they use
to keep us standing in a line.
Living in a sick society.
Moving to the side that we might
just for once, still breathe.
Taking a moment for truth to sink in.
To turn our mind into the wind.
As truth catches the eye.
And we find we must fly.
Rediscovering this life's eternity...
? Michaelette ?
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