contemplation strives to keep me balanced between
life and death matters.
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Waiting in avenues of another world,
all thoughts of yesterday.Consulting with seers of fortune,falling into sections of life’sthoughts as they are constantly fedwith extreme insight.Solidly forming pictures while thinkingof many past memories of life.So attuned to living images, becomingmore alike than ever through mirrorsof reflection on any given day.Selecting the sounds I see in deafeningsilence, bringing all music into me.
Slipping into a silent space inside, reserved for only my mind,
relax and feel at home, with no interference.A polite, quiet remembering, placidly suggesting soothing tidesof life, sequestering me within oceans of rhythm as I float uponwaves of truth.
Partaking in life’s happiness, walking along routes unknown on earthly shores.
Journeying through myriad varieties of suffering and joy, alighting on moments of natural highs and frills.Taking steps towards eternity, hoping to make it there in one piece at the end.
Lonesomeness is a trial of life for most people,
anything I think of out of the ordinary.Sololy following edges of night into the daylightof next mornings, without thoughts to contrarypredicaments.
Wanting to investigate all options coming to mind, writing down everything I can think of.
Awaiting the beats of each measure so I can continue writing to my heart’s content.Serenity filling me with elation and helping me cope with what’s in store for me.