One hazy realization

              Remarkable how much a day can go by in a haze.
Allowing kindness to vibrate in the midst of dreams
and reality.

              The weight of just finding that the spaced news
are somewhat welcoming. How close a dream does become
a reality.

             The catering of both in one instance of amazing.
Truly defined as simplicity that erases all negativity
in possibilities.

              Oh kind steps taken to grab hold of something
so surreal even breathing is seems as though walking
in a memory of illusions.

              Clearly holding onto a bit of time. Perhaps to
recall history when lessons were fresh. So carefully
picked and pulled the instances only enhance,
vibrate throughout my mind and spirit.

               Yes a tender moment I was included,
entertained the crazy stories of fog and interesting
hints of loud comedy. Ah a sigh displays itself across
the morning, crisp air I hold, squeezing myself into
a gasp.

              Such a single drop of hope, of distant sunlight
to bring back the smile. So defined are the lines expressed.
The strengthening brings back to reality a hazing created
by weakness, sickness.

            So open is the vulnerability to those who say
things. So sensitive are the emotions when left cold.
Still I say nothing because we are all imperfect humans
vying for attention ourselves.

            Standing far, looking in from the rooftops of
monuments, skyscrappers to ground zero. Finding the
calm when craziness is thriving everywhere else.

             Sensibly the rulings of kindness of love should
be in every thought but some try so hard to press
against. Damaging, sometimes destroying all that has
been placed to build stronger. Oh here I stand wanting
to give my all but instead I scream in frustration.

            The dumbfounded expressions explode from
my freckles and chill down to the last throbbing nerve.

             Oh how do I explore the open ways of truly
loving no matter what? How can I give the
unconditional gift if some just do wrong against me?
How?

            Ah yes, the walk in nature, weather permitting,
to talk with my Father, Jehovah. The sighs exhale and
the voice of love covers me. The teachings are renewed.
The vibrance of extreme kindness, mercy are
explained.

           Once more the emotions are clarified and the
day takes on a new shape.

          Now to hold open the day of learning, of
forgiving. Oh step back. Enjoy the distance that can
be given. A pure dream to no longer be angry at
some, to realize that what is said doesn't mean
a completion.

         An acceptance of facts in reality. Imperfect we
all are and words, voices and actions should be
lightly taken for no one really knows the outcome of
a day.

        So grateful of the foggy day that brough such a
profound finding to the open. So now I am grateful that
I can let go for today is just a Tuesday.

      Surprises I do not hope for. All that is prayed for
is a productive day to pass time.

       So be entertained by simplicity of minds,
productive in actions and hold firm to your words. Now
that is all I hope for you, dear friend.