The focus of the mind,
Cloaked in the obscure
Joy of assistance.
While freely permeating
The heightened state,
Extend your roots
And experience all
Extremities. The key
To true enjoyment
Is unbiased - unfixed.
Love of seven,
Favour of none,
In completion of ten --
Awakens poetic nuances
Within the quiet
Tapping, unexposed,
In anonymity.
[c: 110506, 0245h]
A/N: The first seven lines correspond, in backward order, to the previous
series of Aspect poems I did. (It is highly recommended that you read those, first. The comments are pretty interesting, too.) It's rather obscure. :( And again, with most of my recent work, it's not particularly stellar.