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I Feel
In these moments my ear does not compare.
Lies are far less an investment
with my human imperfections.
Truths are far more difficult
to recognize when viewed through lying eyes;
heard through lying ears.
But truths that I do not see; that I do not hear
are beautiful truths indeed.
Is it the waves of the universe
I ride upon bareback.?
I take flight with gold and silver wings.
Or is it something far more simply complex?
I can feel it...the truth.
I can feel you...the truth.
If encountered with my human frailties...hope
...would be hopeless.
A plain of existence never walked upon before
...is now all that materializes beneath
my naked feet.
I am beckoned by what has only been present
in my dreams...before this moment.
This beckoning?
Is this the waves I question
that I cannot see with my eyes;
that I cannot hear with my ears?
I feel...
I feel my eyes;I feel my ears;I feel with my soul.
I feel the transforming of a meaningless existence
into a far grander purpose and you are undeniably
present.
Or is it something far more simply complex?
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