#2116-View
17/05/2023
Meditating today,
To a growing plant,
Felt frustrating,
For quite some time.
In the end,
It proved futile,
For my perspective,
Was expecting to see,
Shapes and angels,
From a distant past.
Still, it was a relief,
To catch a glimpse,
Of my mind.
But it made me wonder,
How often I am blind,
To what’s in front of me,
As I go through life,
With eyes from the past.
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