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.
another great poem :D
'Visions erupt inside out thoughts about the world divided into different names. Images of other gods are prolific in our collective sense of awareness.'
love it :)
Another enlightening work!!!!!!
We are collective mirrors indeed.
and the grasping tone and words of this piece, just stole my soul away.
Truly a thoughtful read and wonderful write.
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