distorted image
Sitting quietly with iPad in hand,
we allow musings of soul to arise
and although our mind does not understand,
it reflects all hues of offered surprise,
penning a poem before the ink dries,
the influx of grace, ineptly portrayed,
since we are by patterned thinking betrayed.
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