The Thoughts Poem by Didith Marcelo

I live each day with the sense of knowing what is my purpose.
I care each second of my time,
Because I want to be care also in return.
Knowing my chance here on earth
Is a very practical
In a sense I get used to it...
The very so called learn how to get...
Getting the inner, the core, to cultivate the time,
to suffer not to think or hesitate, to endure the love.
I write, as I wrote everything in my mind
my heart speaks
and my mind rewrite everything, the expression.
The errands of my desire,
Running fro.
Writing, filling and emptying the moment,
Just to cast all my thoughts,
The direction of my imagination
is very well straight,
Making an art,
Saying a lot,
Deep nor just the beneath of the surface,
Still I have the greatest image to blew.
I anticipate not for the reader
but for more to express.
Tough thoughts sometimes working on me.
I just say not because what I want,
but it is because I get,
And what is the significance
of its specific detail,
Word of no anxious,
just minding the everything
the errands of my feelings nor desire,
It's crucial but not dangerous,
counting the times how to get with this moment
is impossible to collect.
A very seductive journey,
sometimes, maybe.
Why? Not because being proud of it,
But it is the very essence of truthful heart,
And genuine mind that is working,
I'm not trying to figure it out
that its a magic,
because I myself does not believe in magic,
there's no such thing magic.
But miracle is the best,
best expressions I mean.
The means of being.
Miracle is knit inside of me,
the core of my heart brings miracle.