An Intricate Puzzle
You are not
An intricate puzzle
Waiting to be solved
By a stranger
They do not hold
The missing piece
That will complete you
Anyone who says otherwise
Will finish you
Promises are easily made
But promise me this
That you will listen to others
And weigh what they say
Take in the good
And sit cross legged
In a silence that will speak
To the very heart of you
You are a cosmic mystery
A gift
And you are loved
Thoughts
Sometimes a poem like this needs a suitable image. This is not that image. This is two of three experiments with facial hair. Each one is a warning to future generations.
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