A Few Moments Of Attention - Poem by Rafael Cazares
The undermined liberties enslaved
by my adolescent ignorance have surely diminished:
KNOWLEDGE, THE SLOW DEATH OF MY PRIOR IDOLS & IDEALS, PRESENCE OF MIND, This all brings forth my coming RESURRECTION. For I am a BURNING PHOENIX.
Beams of illumination,
These marvels of death,
This breath of life, bursts forth myriad dimensions
in this our recurring mundane.
Our existence should not merely equalize to failures & disdain.
Never part & be separate from your heart;
Be observant of the subtle,
Follow the whims of the winds.
Happiness is rare, and Freedom hides in front you there.
Herein lies the salvation we have wrongfully refused,
We are never about what we've done, but what we NOW choose.
I happily tip my hat and say,
'Cheers my fellows!
We've never had anything to lose.'
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