The Art of Being With…
There are glimpses of perfection,
defined clearly as life’s purpose.
And there are eye’s that see this,
until they age away into adulthood.
Glimmers shine and shadows impose,
but mostly we fail to see what sits.
As age continues and eye’s weaken,
the glimpses return - though never gone.
It is the child and aged man that sees,
life’s purpose is the simplicity of being with.
And it is those between - that are blind;
Lost in defining, comparing
and measuring themselves.
Where finger paints and moments,
fade into possessions and achievements.
Where cost and stature become,
their muddled belief of perfection.
Copyright December 2012
Gary Pilarchik
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