Reflections of Life
We take for granted what we see
Through the eyes of mortality
We touch the wood and think it’s real
Think this is the real deal
We don’t know this isn’t so
We don’t know it’s all too shallow
What we see and what we feel
Things we’re offered as a meal
Are creations of our imaginations?
Abstractions of our contemplations
We see a man he is black
We run clackety clack
He is a killer and a robber
A jive talking slobber
What if we live in the moment?
What if we suspend judgment?
What if we open our hearts and mind?
And see what we can find
It might surprise us what lives in that dust
we may fin gems of kindness instead of disgust
What if we just let go of the ego
What if we just let our feelings flow?
What if we let it take us to that space?
That space of pure grace.
Copyright (c)2008
BAW
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A message
Listen to the wind
It’s singing a song
It speaks of travelers
Pilgrims that walked on this spot
On their way to eternity
Copyright (c) 2008
BAW
