Magic of Mankind
Oceans of energy,
run through the human battery;
polar opposites are reflected in the face;
no two sides are the same.
Palm prints tell the life story,
but few know how to read them;
it’s a mystical road map, the palm.
Eyes speak loudly,
of the stories within the human heart;
connections are made
as they link across centuries.
People delude themselves;
anyone really looking can see
beneath the wrapping;
why try to hide your true self?
The physical volume, an easy read,
betrays its owner simply by its design;
deceit is a useless costume;
don’t waste your assets on it.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2015
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