Of Body And Mind

I am one thing in mind, and another in body.

I long to talk but pass by.

I wait, constrained, when all I wish is freedom.

I show myself as self-assured when I am far from confident.

I smile when sad.

My body hides my truth of mind,

I hope in kindness rather than deceit.

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Words can be felt of as poetic through their play of meaning and music: their sound and rhythm.

The words above might be felt of as poetry, or perhaps simply as a flow of thoughts. What does it matter? Perhaps, when we consider words as poetry, sound as music, and light as art, we listen more carefully, see more clearly, and search to understand more readily.