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in my chaotic reality,
i sense living echoes
of timeless spirituality
in reflections of dimensions,
lost between
what other people say,
if not, believe
...pondering
in the depths
of a shallow well,
in contemplation
a frog on a log
vocalizing
a state of being
with what
this...
momentary spark of existence
lends to this living dream
not alone,
mindfully engaged
in socializing
to get needs
satisfied...
not, merely to survive
but, embracing life,
by forgetting
Some,
of the troubles
just enough, to try
awhile of
getting the best of a good thing
and letting the rest
float on by...
unobstructed,
broadcasting its desires
from its resting place...
while further downstream
another kind of living entity
basks in the moment...
keeping the soil of the dream
it's warmth, dark promise
yet to be fulfilled
as the new reality
is born from its seed
to a new environment
thats well kept
free of weeds
to embark
from an earthen vessel
so rich, fertile and clean
to fill the void
with a renewed dream
watered by the miracle
of patient understandings
of quiet wisdom,
given wing
