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Enlightened
2026-02-23
I envy the conflicted soul,
stirring up the broth of thought.
In contemplation, I ought to release my notions,
Preconceived as to who I am.
Today, maybe,
I might recognize a flicker of myself,
in the grove of trees urging me
to come lean my furrowed brow,
on the strength of simply being.
Here for eternity,
I grow my identity
Temporarily caught in my throat.
COPYRIGHT © Patricia K McCarthy
stirring up the broth of thought.
In contemplation, I ought to release my notions,
Preconceived as to who I am.
Today, maybe,
I might recognize a flicker of myself,
in the grove of trees urging me
to come lean my furrowed brow,
on the strength of simply being.
Here for eternity,
I grow my identity
Temporarily caught in my throat.
COPYRIGHT © Patricia K McCarthy
