If Truth Was a Tree and Fell, Will World Listen
As per change in situations
A struggling sense of ideation
Sensational cackling and breaking—our minds’ sentience
Pulling, expanding the band of our memory
Widening extension of greatest expression
Erupting colorful nuances
No ‘you’ or ‘I’ but pure connections
When that but just be
Tales of present recollections
Reminded be the realms—o’dreaming occasions
Time beats heaven seas
At a moment’s conflagration
In form, duly crafts
Sought and bent on aspiration
Rest obliged to luminescence
The ethereal illustration
Mysterious space
Beyond agitation
May that whispering sing to those listening
Blessed be the kindest seed
In the lightness of caressing
Singing dandelions spreading
Through winds’ soulful bestowing
Demise at sinking sands
Crossroads are illusory
Surmising tales of plight
Our journey’s tales of misery
Misconstrued off groups’ oaths
Leveraging history
Forever falling off the key note
Collapsing, fearful as shameful,
Uncovered meaningful melody;
Lies hateful.
In all new beginnings,
Purposed destination:
Expanding dawning,
For centuries’ showings
Of loving heroism
Do we not or may we falter
At the vision of division
In yearnings yet-to-come—
Turns out brightly,
At heart, in unison
Let that be rain checking
Righteous, whole decision .
Copyright © Mauricio Coronado De Leon | Year Posted 2020
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