The Filter

Darci Hart
Jun 10
1 min read

I have this dream;

I go about each moment

With glorious intention.

Every step;

Every twist and turn.

Poised; considered.

My existence sculpted

By genteel movements,

Founded at my branches;

Wrists, elbows, shoulders, knees.

Heart and mind.

Moving with integrity and vision.

My life form.

The clay of the earth,

Malleable as a child’s mind.

All questions have answers

Which need not be sought.

If only dreams

Were anything but their name.

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quasiformula

Jul 26

Rated 5 out of 5 stars.

wow! captures the essence of 🧬 living, this beautiful poem. How deep in the ocean of life and gratitude must you have ventured to bring forth this precious 💞 gem 💎. pure gold, glad and humbled to have come across this. Thank you