Why do we make everything so complicated?
I asked, and asked again as if I feared
Hearing an answer. We can create things
Of breathtaking beauty, yet we spend
More time fuelling the petty fires
We light to divide us.

There is beauty in simplicity.
The sound of rain falling, the smile
Of a stranger, the scent of cherry blossom
Are all renewed when we open our senses
And cease to ignore them.

Too much melts into the scenery,
Forming a mere backdrop to
The eternal play. All those years,
Those lifetimes, those ages; the pursuit
Of perfection wasted upon those
For whom it was sought.

Perhaps we fail to care because we have
Forgotten that there is something
To care about. That we take too much
For granted seems to be yet another
Cliché that grew from the truth.

What distractions we make for ourselves,
Determined to live in our own Hell
When Heaven is but a smile away.

10/24/2006

Posted on 10/24/2006
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