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What I See


I see beauty in little things.

I see how light brings out their details.

I see how joy composes my lenses

and peace it frame.

I see creativity in raw material.

 

I see life stem from death and

growth from what is broken.

I see love in the airs components

and exuberance in life’s stillness.

I see opportunities emerge from

mistakes, and lessons from forgiveness.

Yet, I see something else.

 

I see despair in high places.

I see how light appears blinding.

I see how sorrow composes my

lenses and fear it’s frame.

I see ignorance in proven facts.

 

I see rotting from new life

and hindrance from what is made whole.

I see rage in the airs components

and intolerance in life’s excitement.

I see apologies emerge from rightful

action and injustice from punishment.

This is what I see…

 

Depending on the filter

I choose to see through.

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The passing of knowledge and wisdom is keen to our future, so why not make acquiring this knowledge a bit more interesting. I share what comes to mind although it may not make sense all of the time, all in hopes you learn from me. Maybe you'll understand something I couldn't see. So please enjoy what I write and maybe, just maybe, you'll learn something new that could broaden even your world view.

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