9/13/2009

Struggle of the Self

I will not curse
the blessed; they have
been blessed, while I,
have not. This unselfish
act, then propels me towards
the bright and blessed-ness.

When had I begun to doubt
what I couldn't see or hear?
In each of us there is a light,
a sound, a feeling. Lie down
in a field of weeds and flowers,
each of them is peculiar while

they are intimately woven.

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