Contemplation Sincere

Poetry

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The crack
in the pane splinters
in the solitude
of its existence,
and withdrawn
reminiscence.

One becomes another,
a fellow
sees a brother,
and as one moves west,
the other moves east,
in search of sameness,
and a lot of
relational discreteness.

Joined
and separated
by fragments
of time,
we are nonetheless
intertwined,
and in need
of the same pastimes;

where we watch,
and stop
the heart from bleeding,
and instead,
take shelter in
an awareness of all
that pleasure,

of mind.

We Divine

as we are shown,
the reality
of all that’s here,
my dear,
know
that you’re not alone
now,
and never have been,
contemplation sincere.