Picturing Perfect Perception

The eye absorbs, and the mind deciphers. Perception of course, dilutes interpretation, most often the truth . Often much I choose to to see that which does not exist, seldom be, I see, as it is. As every obsticle might riddle sight, I, believe. Let time play don it's most dangerous role; that of the Oracle. Let faith be my stead. Irrespective, I see; therefore, I believe.

The unsaid written

That written, defines destiny,
This futile, effort to alter,
The past, present and future.
Blots, what are the scrolls of life.
Since inception, raw and in quest,
I seek answers to those questions penned.
Never in thought and action, has guidance,
Been from that inked.
In vain I scribble
Illegible as always.
The epiphany dawns at the pinnacle,
of this journey traversed.
Weary,I now know,
I write that which is written.

The Tomorrow

The journey thus far, is real. The past and now, your tutor, perception and understanding your sieve, people, your accomplices. The divine, spiritual, signs, a choice. To each his own, interpretation unique. Vivid be yesterday, now, soon a memory, and tomorrow obscure; I strain , but I see not even, a measly one percent.