1-page{one thought}

Anything which is pure - Has no choice but to endure - Everything which is
fleeting - Holds properties which contribute to sentiment not clearly understood -
Via this route is inevitable by nature - Seedlings are scattered & will prevail onto
uncharted itineraries newly found - Scope of your sights have been widely
stretched - Formally unknown as infinity is clear - You had no choice it just came
through for you to appear at this entrance - Invited clearly and welcomed with
grace - As though in appreciation for beauty-And the search for it has found its
place - Impossible to imagine no longer exists - For more wondrous moments are
sure to endure - Out of time brings intentions of rhyme - Always from seedlings
found out to be mine - Knowledge & joy can become partners once more - Feelings
of this nature became aware early on - Love through my own sense of what is pure
- Never mind what others find obscure - Uniquely satisfied in a way never before
felt - God has plans for all to sense - And then become real -