Wednesday, March 1, 2023

Observations in Poetry

 

Moving along.

A path, a vision.

Who’s though?

Ours or implanted?

 

The creator creates.

We are That’s child.

We too must create.

It is our being.

 

What will We create today?

A better body?

A better mind?

A better soul?

 

We watch from the doorway.

At times we do this.

Other times we stroll through.

That’s when we are set.

 

Distractions fill our minds.

Time to return to Bliss.

Return to creating.

Time to grow the life we lead.


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