The window of my soulI gaze upon life’s mysteries from this window called my soul, the mesmerizing vagaries, transfiguring transparencies, manipulation be thy role?
~And I, a chosen player, embedded in this life, a transplanted elemental insubstantial consequential, must I flourish midst this strife?
~In confusing contemplation I confound contextualization, scouring edges purging prisms never-ending consummation.
~Or in truth, just exploration while refining redefining what is known, to what will be enlightened being who can see, – through the window of my soul! *
~ Penny L Howe, 2013
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