Meeting out in open clearings, forests surrounded with
nature, pulling me in directions of peace and solace.
Perspectives and all thoughts being perceived in the
quietness of a silence felt interiorly.
Knowing that everything will coincide with the serenity
of hopeful faith through contemplation of my soul and
it's spirit.
Fulfilling it's purpose, progressing safely through all
the turmoil and evil perpetrated by others in pathways
running parallel to mine.
Taking stock of illusive issues in life, changing only
attitudes of another period of intense comprehension
from intellect.
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