At Rest - 1041

Through expanding space
beyond old inhibitions
the mind may e[r]ase

artificial skins.
As spirit dissolves levels,
inner freedom wins,

consciousness, can chase
surface metamorphosis -
sh[r]edded to replace

superficial grins,
self-deception - whose dark hells
are the greatest sins.

When understanding
maturity underpins,
then momentum spins

through both thick and thin,
talent touches base with place
as feelings akin

to acceptance win
acceptance without need to [t]race
extension within

inner harmony, begins
accepting both what potential spells
and inner shortcomings.

there mind may be at rest
as all is for the best

(21 July 2004)

poem by Jonathan Robin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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