Singing Before Breakfast

One word at a time. No more, no less.
Looking for the genuine.
The real.
That thing, which some call truth.

There are ways of seeing that cannot
be shared.
Unique perspectives,
personal visions,
that point of contact
between
what’s housed within the frame of this,
(which some would call a man)
and these:
the external
places,
people,
possibilities
and events
filling the world around us.

We see, hear, touch, taste and feel it all
with our senses.
But none of them
(alone
or all together)
teach us how to sing the song of life,
which,
if we are lucky,
needs not Choirs Of Angels,
nor any
Great Conductor
but only that
we open up our willing hearts
to all that might then follow,

eager always
to lend our voices
to each and every note. 
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