putting reality away yields everlasting rogue sorrow

wandering far from home, only to return with fresh eyes and see the landscape anew.  A tourist that is a traveller’s companion to himself with a heart that has been shaped by hope as well as disappointment.  Take a moment to refresh the page that covers your lids like a sandstorm in May, and see if looking someone in the eyes becomes more difficult.  I cannot believe how little I follow the teachings that I believe, and how far I am from being the good samaritan.  Plagues and tragedies torment the world and I do nothing but act selfishly and slowly.  Give me ears to hear the voices you would have me hear, and eyes to see as you do when I need them most, without being blinded before children, and limp before races.

About SIDEWAYS EIGHT

Being heard, stirred, and perhaps cured by life's many hidden images and the written-spoken word.
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