A Perfect Circle
Calm eyes, steady hands, I join my palms and pray,
Where am I, who are you, Please make everything ok.
Two feet on the ground, thru dust and dirt I travel.
People, thoughts, Illusions, my existence to unravel.
So many forms of different speech, to each other we are one,
Feelings of spiritual goodness, under the same bright sun.
Cultural tools we carry, souls dance forward in time,
Connecting thru our goodness, detours evils relentless sublime.
Be careful what you give or better what you do,
A portrayal of one’s existence, a test signifying you.
Date: 09-22-2016
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