Figure out
what is a like,
to find the
thoughts in flight.
Hold
yourself to something new,
as the light
depends to shine on you.
Nothing that
is specifically known
was once
told to use a comb.
The comb
prevails in striding through
therefore,
there is nothing a new.
New it
though may seem,
are the
scriptures in between.
Use it as a
metaphor
what you may
see as a different core.
The comb it
plays a role
in somebody’s
own soul.
You pull in
what you may give
or you sit
with such a gift.
Give it to
the new one there
and search
for the light that is pair.
Do not run
from something new,
but find the
thoughts congru.
I love to
notice the smiles that are there,
but finding
them may just be in pairs.
Holding
hands is nothing true
unless you
give the virtue to do.
Hold my hand
with thoughts from you
and nothing
that you believe is only true for you.
Everything
comes in pairs
and nothing
that runs scared.
I am there
and so should you
be the one
to shed the light from you.
Nothing is a
state so true,
when you
realize it is not only you.
