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Mind Museum

Sad the heart 
sick the mind
from world 
of commotion
retiring
its past reliving
motionless drifting
to skeletons 
of mind museum
odorless images
soundless captions
spirit of senses
still pricking
its heart 
joy seeking
switching from 
dreaming
to present of gadgets 
unhealing
blowing away walls  
breathing out
relics
dropping its shoes 
of backward 
living
raising its heels
that present
kept hidden
running barefoot
to the forest 
for healing
where weeds 
grow seeds
untouched by mower
flowers 
pure fragrance
perspiring
petals unfold 
true colors
unseen
like love 
that's pure
because hidden
brooks flow gently
accompanying songs
of birds like treasure
in green hidden
each moment 
the forest 
renews itself 
perpetuating life
by giving 
with rains
and sun milk
its body
God feeding
its spirit by seeding 
continuing
dependence
with patience
togetherness
teaching
God's
unifying love
revealing.

First Place Winner as "Memory Museum" Brian Strand- All Yours- 6/5/21

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