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In the Ever Shifting whirl of Time
Where Illusory Perception plays our senses
Like doubtful fire
Dancing in tempestuous writhing Guise
To Entangle our thoughts
With a restless conflagration;
That which stands Apart,
That which shapes Itself after Validity,
Unspoken or wholly Perceived,
Whispers Quietly to our Inmost Self,
Though often all that is outside,
The Noise and Chaos of Self and Self-seated Notions
Mutes and muffles the Sweet Voice
Whispering Quietly to Our Innermost Being,
Whispering Quietly of Peace and Calm,
Serenity and Harmony,
Of our Inseparable Uniqueness Binding us Together,
While wants and desires rampage
Like a torrential flood of hapless abundance,
Persistent contravention
Of those Sweet Soft immutable tones
Whispering Quietly
From All we already Comprehend,
Yet Dare Not to Perceive.
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We are one, yet we are all. Individuals tied together by all that makes us individually unique, which separates us as well, but only because we Think it does. If we look beyond all we perceive as differences, we will see how similar we are, although we are all unique. Gifts, talents, Hopes, Dreams, they set us apart from the crowd; still, we all Dream, Hope, have talents and gifts that draw us together. This mind-bending paradox sparked my thoughts and Inspired this equally thought-twisting verse.
~Morgan~
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Thanks Very much 🙂
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Beautiful and an absolute pleasure to read.
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🙂 Thank you ever so much 🙂
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