To continue is to grow,
the need to exist,
the factors that resist.
The nature is vast to
immense in its nature.
Perception plants seeds
which are divinely flourished
to sprout forth fruits of understanding,
experience and awareness.
The musings still remain,
none – regardless of the
senses which tend to impair.
maybe it is what you taste,
what you see, what you scent, what you feel,
or what you hear. The privileged live the irony
of the reality in its affluence.
Some may overdose on depletion, forgetting
the constitution in the competition which is
underlying a cache which lives to be recycled,
advertently or inadvertently. The only support as
strenuous as the process of growth. Failure to adhere,
blocks perception and lives the musings. Because we only
think to know, not that we really know.