Hello My Friend
Hello my friend.
I had forgotten you.
I read so many ways to come home to the Truth,
that I pick up signs
and make them into
chaos designs.
Images are communication
and words dilute.
The essence of reality is mute.
I heard the descriptions fall from my mouth.
Purposeless and judgments of past
with blooming awareness of
an unconscious brain path.
The death of those pictures as they hit open air,
illuminate pure birth forms
and wisdom to share.
Copyright © Melissa Mesch | Year Posted 2011
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