It’s the invisible things
that we remember
The act of doing
sends a charge
But the act of feeling,
and being
leaves a mark

A formless knowing
invisible to the human eye
but deeply visible
to the internal light
When something
feels like home
But home has no limitations
freed from visibility’s cage
So, home becomes
the formless knowing

Sometimes I wonder
if my eyes truly see
Is the world invisible
and my human lenses
make it visible?

Maybe I’m invisible
dancing with the shadows
While the world screams
through the visible,
grasping for my attention
begging for my acceptance

When I look back
on my life thus far
It’s the invisible things
I cherish the most
The day I decided to live
fearlessly
The moment I realized
dreams and reality are one
The second I chose
to truly love and be me
To the world, it may blend in
But to me, it stands out

So, when I look ahead
on my life that’s to come
It’s the invisible things
I look forward to the most
The day I feel
a deeper me
The moment I listen
to my heart’s entire song
The second I fly
into frequency’s arms
To the visible, it might be small
But to the invisible, it is all

Ace

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