WISDOM'S FLIGHT...

Touched by the touch of wisdom,
Did the thought come
That life was perceptual,
Certainly conceptual,
And what one thinks shall be,
Which leads us silently...

Sparked by the idea that I,
Can cause my time to fly,
Wasted or useful, it is up to me,
That I make it or not worthy,
Thus, I must find a positive note,
On which my spirit might take float...

Negativity surrounds me, true,
Of its presence, there is nothing I can do,
Still, I do not have to adhere to it,
It is actually the easiest of things to forget,
For if I allow it to strengthen within,
I will experience its weight time and again...

I can see that I must allow my soul to soar,
To places it has not yet been before,
All the while maintaining the vision of,
A condition called love,
Which provides balance, peace, and good will,
That I truly get my fill...

Yes, wisdom has taught me much,
It has left its impression with its touch,
My character has blossomed because of it,
And, its lessons I shall never forfeit,
As I take to the heights of experience, seeking only what is right,
Completing my being, as indeed, my inner person is given the sight,
Of light, as wisdom takes me on yet another flight...