Where tears and joy
cross roads,
And mystery collides
with truth,
Life occurs in
harmony,
Contrasts in common
root.
In a café rests a
good book,
Before it sits a
mother and child,
Radio sounds and
caffeine in my mind,
Signs that life is a
mix of the wild.
Clouds caress the
burning sun,
Shielding an Earth
coming alive,
As we find straight
roads in chaos,
To the way of love we
strive.
For the wonderful
images of life,
The eyes must be
closed to see,
As heart perceives
through illusion,
What always was and is
to be.
For a song is best
heard in silence,
When sounds are
perceived loud and true,
Take time to embrace
the serene,
And you will always
know what to do.
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