sitting on lotus for learning what gas is.
Booking seats orthogonal, earth offers classes,
shifting mind focus with yearning as basis.
Bias spins chased tales told by soul ghosts,
directed for destiny, trusting unknown.
Idle grins pave trails, fold in goals’ toast,
connected to mystery, hustled and honed.
Whetstone of witness, sharpened wit cutting humor.
Movement and energy twist medium called thought.
Questioning fitness, pardoned grip set in rumor,
proof that scans memory risks tedium from caught.
Trapped by time, wrapped as fixtures for space,
juggling invisible, indivisible although spotty.
Rapt with signs, strapped admixtures from faith
thrust in retrievable, unforgiving aging body.
This was written by a very dear friend who I call the Colonel.
123 R.V. Forgiveness is about looking at others in the way that we see them like us.