Treasure

My new-found hope may be a mere mirage; Illusion of no help in my despair. Yet imagination stirs up needed courage And helps the mind and heart in their repair. I’ll dwell not in the mind’s relentless thoughts; I’ll use my eyes and ears and skin Then i that trap, I never shall be caught. I’ll see and hear to moderate this din. In wider focus all will take their place I’ll focus less on this wound I bear late And see both good and bad in every space. So not dismiss the world and all its states. Changing vision show us truer measures. Perception valued brings to us much treasure. llusion of no help in my despair. Yet imagination stirs up needed courage And helps the mind and heart in their repair. I’ll dwell not in the mind’s relentless thoughts; I’ll use my eyes and ears and skin Then i that trap, I never shall be caught. I’ll see and hear to moderate this din. In wider focus all will take their place I’ll focus less on this wound I bear late And see both good and bad in every space. So not dismiss the world and all its states. Changing vision show us truer measures. Perception valued brings to us much treasure.