We are a collective mirror reflecting narrow perceptions from a point of view within the growth of forgiving. Without an outlet to define us, we stagnate and serve ourselves plates of disappointments. Visions erupt inside out thoughts about the world divided into different names. Images of other gods are prolific in our collective sense of awareness. We are not able to emerge as butterflies. We are not capable of becoming actualized. The mirror does not exist. There is nothing to reflect.
A lot of questions raised in the poem. Easy to become a part of a large picture. Hard to break free. Some people can be butterflies if they can stand for life and dreams. Ain't many. Powerful poetry. Open the senses to think and ponder. A excellent poem.
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I think you want "Vistions erupt inside our thoughts" you have out right now. Otherwise I think this piece is very well written. I'm not sure I see the point in the formatting, but then I find that changing the formatting is always lost on me. Excellent Poem ^_^
This reminds me of living in the now... as is moments. A nice twist on the mirror. To use it for no reflection at all is very creative and makes one think ;) xxx
This is a very compelling piece... "We are not able to emerge as butterflies. We are not capable of becoming actualized. The mirror does not exist. There is nothing to reflect."...Such a devastating thought! But Michael, I do want to be a butterfly...I want to know that I can change... Isn't that what life is all about? Forgiveness?...A very thought provoking piece. Well penned!
This is awesome. I can see that this is just a series of thoughts springing from one inspirational revelation...great choice of words and I think the concept is great. Excellent job with this one!
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