The pretext of living
Is to know you've been there.
How can life evolve in confusion?
Sense the day and become aware.
Beyond a forest, is a plain
Which cannot be seen for the trees.
Clear the brush from your mind,
That hinders what it sees.
Life has its obstacles that thwarts
The understanding of what we meet.
Brush away that which restricts
The handling of the problems at our feet.
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Love ya!
Jane