What I’ve Come to Understand

What I’ve come to understand

She’s just an apparition
Or so it seems
A vision of loveliness
An inebriating smile
As she oscillates
In and around my life

Alas, like any ghost
When we reach out to touch them
They’re not really there

What is this illusion
That invades my mind
And takes over my brain?
Is it just a projection
Of an element
Of my inner being?

A soma to dance with
In a play of creativity
Home, family, service & community
The cyclic pulse of yin & yang
That give rise to “reality.”

Alas, like any ghost
Or, apparition
When I reach out to touch it
It’s only God that is there

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