It is the essence of my being
The nucleus of my heart
The reason I push when I can't.
Manifestation is needed quickly,
Speedily,
Yesterday...
Lest I perish slowly.
Ill repair is not inevitable, only essential.
Creations of the environment shows that everything is everything.
Selah on that.
It's like watching the magnolia trees waltz and hypnotizethe sparrows with dance
And sweet perfume, singing love songs in their ears.
How quaint..their freecourse is a way of love and life.
I attempt to imitate.
Ripples and soft waves lazily float to the other side of the bank...
I smell the fruits of the warm breeze.
It is the nucleus of my heart.
What can I do...
Think, portray, or even imagine, and pretending is vanity,
As patience is surety...I choose the latter.
Understand something..
Losing the lasting effects is not one's best interest, but there are some that will give up
The lifetime to seize such an illusion,
This necessary,
This nucleus of my heart,
The essence of my soul.


copyright (c) 2000 Charles Meadows

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