And came to a conclusion that something is'nt clear,
To realise questions cannot be answered
when it comes to who... or what... and how you are...
in acute summation of innate stock...
Maybe one could look casually into the illusive mirror
of the all knowing sphere, tap into ones eternal clock;
Does looking obsessively takes away from...knowing
and seeing?
There's a point... to be observed in a kind of new light
One thing common to observe is the gift of breathing,
And that bees do not ask and birds do not wonder...
How they're moved to flight,
And trees will not question how they grow, some so tall
and so upright;
The fish is comfortable where it resides... air and land
they do not seek,
Animals that look at man from zoo cages do they think...
'What a peculiar kind of arrogant freak?'
Because the glory... of what life's all about is just is...
How it is... and maybe just should be;
Being is everything realised... the prize we mistakenly
Deceive ourselves to delusive explanations and fail to
profoundly understand and see!
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