
contemplation realisation
as I understand how to bow to true sensation
annihilation of the frantic degeneration
that I stave off,
these errors that lifestyle,
away with that nihilism.
I wander the garden of my mind
releasing notions that I no longer need
to find
the patterns of daisies and cloying pansies
fit for regeneration between my two eyes
mind
soul
me.
I know that I must carry on without yearning
I will someday somehow somewhere find that calling
have I not found it yet
is my heart not dancing
these words
this poetry
this prose
what more can I continue to be asking?
my passion in lessons
in moving forward
in growth patterns
thereβs nothing left but progress
action-reaction-traction
enabling myself to be
to be to be my own forged
perfection,
a knowledge
self-understanding,
deep breath in,
pure contemplation.
(02/12/21)
Copyright Β© 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. (Words and artwork)
Just wonderful , Lauren. Love the art as well.πβ€οΈπ
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Much appreciated, dear friend, Grace! β€
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Always a pleasure.π
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I wander the garden of my mind
releasing notions that I no longer need – love this and the contemplation this poem is.
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Thank you very much! π π π€
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You are very welcome πβ¨
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