NOT BLIND, NOT NUMB

The deer knows where pasture is green most

Hence treads where to life it can make a toast

The vultures and hyenas are noticed but later

When it can beat its belly and ride the wind in laughter

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The butterfly also knows where sweetness smells

So directs its flight where the flower dwells

And it always has some sunshine to show

Every pocket filled till it begins to glow

Pure dazzling beauty enchanting the eyes

Leaving the soul where harmony lies

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But the heart ceases not to search even when it finds

Angels have come and gone

Some still dwelling by forgotten gates

Shut out, bruised and yet still knocking

Some still strong, some grown weary

Trampled over like ordinary

The heart looks on and only looks on

Just waiting

Watching their feathers fall one at a time

And after time eventually takes away their wings

The heart then comes searching and craving

Turning round and round like a rabid dog chasing its tail

If the heart can’t see at all

Does it not feel at all?

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All the warm winds are growing colder and colder

Fading smiles and sipping life from able arms

The last pink roses continue to bloom

And will be blooming till spring sally forth

Wonders of the mind will continue to fill the wind

And it comes around sometimes

Touching gently on the lips

Dance slowly through the nostrils

To encircle the heart quietly

Truth and fiction

The heart sees both

And the heart feels both

It only cannot tell the difference

And the greedy mind is worse

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