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Home Alone A Five Minute Poem

Sitting in silence is like holding your soul’s hand I can picture us there side by side where we stand I hear nothing and everything at the same time I imagine this is what it sounds like when angels cry The thoughts dance like ballerina’s around my head To the sound of no music as I lay still in my bed With the exception of writing this poem little movement I make I ponder and think how astonishing it is to be able to create To conjure up ideas and plans and hopes and dreams of dreams Like what if thoughts are really laser beams? It only makes sense because thoughts travel faster than the speed of light And either build or destroy something like the laser beams might Thought is a magic power that graces the mind Like the fact that you’re thinking in order to read this line You get what I am saying although it seems far fetched Because I painted a vision for you like a portrait is sketched I laid down the lines and I did it well In order to invite you into the story I wanted to tell You see you need to truly understand why the mind needs silence Because in stillness your magic power gains vibrance Awareness becomes a great friend And you master your thoughts instead of letting them blend Every painter has a pallett of colors That never match the same as others So we must know how to use our paints to create our desires By taming thoughts that once burned through like wild fire

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Date: 1/19/2018 3:31:00 PM
Miss Izzy: I've heard "the voice of angels" but never heard one cry. Thank you for sharing this "moment of silence" with all of us on the soup. Keep them coming. oldbuck
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Date: 7/13/2017 12:20:00 AM
Tis Beautiful... I like the painter part at the end.
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