Understanding #2

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    Understanding #2

    Eyes open wide, yet still blind and cannot see.
    “Aren’t we all,” the willow said to me.
    Our lives in front of us and, still not able to walk it.
    Like dreams eyes can only see with thines mind.
    Understand it tis both thine eyes need.
    But this still deceieves me.
    T’was not thine eyes in which we both been blinded.
    T’was thines own heart!
    Tis the heart that quickens the body and tis thrice times of understanding to see once more.
    Tis thrice time of understanding to see with open eyes, and tis thrice times of understanding to see clear & true.

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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