Scar tissue. Healing hands. And open wounds.
The things of my mortal affliction.
To hold on tight.
When one should release.
I hold with dear passion
To be perfection. Until perfection
Is chaotic and masterful mayhem.
Than its
The giving up. For giving sake.
And when difference of reality
Is a quarrel.
A fight with the monsters within.
Re.ember
My truth is perception of what only
I can say I have seen of the world.
And my humanly experience.
And the differing logics
Thoughts. Feelings and beliefs.
That I have is smaller
Than the truth that binds us all.
And my truth has been shared
By millions.
Of conscious understanding.
And only one has universal truth
That is he the all knowing
So why would I want my perception be at quams with yours.
I am not eternal
But he is!!!! The
Connectivity to
Each person.
Sharing a version of themselves
For someone else to discover.
To interpret.  To love.
In a never ending sequence of
Souls uniting.
Seeing. Being. And living
Through space and time.
In color. Prayer. And shared in peace