Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

mythopoeia

07 February 2014

 

 

Beauty,

in its simplest

form, is seeing something

as it truly is without our

judgment.

 

But few

can see this way,

so we created words,

the language of this versus that,

called life.

 

And all

was different,

subjective, and we lost

what’s beautiful about ourselves

and life.

 

Good, bad,

better, and worse,

the evil never ends.

Will balance ever be restored

again?

 

We’ve changed

the fabric of

our own reality,

the very core of who we are

inside.

 

Perhaps

there is still hope.

Imagine what might be,

what could be possible if we

truly see.

 

 

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7 February, 2014 - Posted by | Poetry | ,

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