Brocade

We all of us find ourselves lost in our times.
Do not trust the certain soul; that all but climbs.

We thrive on routines, but not inside the ruts.
We must weave in new strains without going nuts.

We swell & fall to pump life thru digestion.
We masticate it all with hard cold questions.

Eyes on horizon is the right way to go.
It lashes us to the big picture; you know?

Shepard the livid nows but remain steady…
Keep your hands busy; but,  keep your mind ready.

Novel threads of life pass us by every second.
Treat every strange thing as if it’s been beckoned.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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