Memories

Look were everyone else has and see something inspiring, and unique as

the individual who has paused a moment to realize that when observing

a tree, or a rock, we see, in our minds eye, only what we want to see,

or what we have been told is there, and if we could look beyond

the apparent reality we create, we might catch, if only for a moment,

a glimpse of the true face of god.

I was looking through my old poems. Wow. Memories. I wish I had all of my old poetry but only some of them survived. Mostly from my depressive times and my drug times. After I sobered up and I was studying Sufism I destroyed them all. Merrin had saved some, that one was from highschool.