Who are we to presume to understand
To know the meaning of truth?
Is it absolute?
We can never presume to know or even strive
to grasp the magnitude of how life works.
I do know though that we must put the need
of those we love above our own desires, cut off
that which makes us fall. I Know, if we go above
and beyond, then pull out to soon, we will lose
what is beautiful and meant for good.
If we presume to understand the mystery of
what we speak not conceding that we do not see
a final painting until the cover is pulled back,
then we have been fooled.
Wait – in anticipation in Joy or agony –
but life is a waiting game…nothing less.
She felt, places time forgot were human,
looking from inside the magician’s hat
she saw with all in her heart;
moments in time to taste.
And in her heart, her silly heart
are grains of star-dust
looking for their birth star;
they find her and she finds them,
one little one at a time –
Gathering beneath her eyes,
twinkling dew falling
in fine lines across her cheek
brushed aside by her lips curve
knowing all is well, she’ll sing. ~IW~
I ponder how people see others In their reflections peering back vibrating in frenzied pools. Perceptions of themselves not forgot. Forgo forgotten shores, hands of circles in circles spiralling compulsions of self as self defined? Can they see themselves in the hubris of humanity?
Understanding another comes in stillness of self, knowing circles and patterns definitions as perceived. Hand in hand – around and around. ~IW~