The spirit of which I am

I look back and see little mercy in me to the spirit of which I am.

 

Do you know you do you take the moment to know you, not about judging but the knowing, can one understand one. Can one step beyond an action a task to look at what one has become.

 

Again I ask you look to the left and to the right about your day, look to see another like you go a head, to each is uniqueness to a one, yet are we not together with a city a town.

 

Are you so angry that you display it, When you see anger do you avoid it or join with it. Are you so in love that you display it, when you see love do you avoid it or join with it. To which are you attracted to.

 

Again I ask you to look left and to the right about your day, to look to see another like you go a head, to each and every one is uniqueness to a one, yet are we not together with a city a town.

 

If you know you, you know your anger you know your love. How do you dress your anger, how do you dress you love, to which do you task more, the age of the love is in the refinement, as it is to the age of the anger. Yet you know you, to which do you prefer to display?

 

Should I again have you look to the right and to the left this time to look to where the children play, there get down to their level, yes set upon the ground and look around at how big every thing is to them, the same is true of your anger and your love.