Fruits untold

WORDS

Fonts

Boldness

Exclamations!

And underlying ideas

Are all elements attempting the same thing

To express the unsaid, or even more so connect

Connect with the page if nothing else

Seeing with new eyes when reading back to oneself

Archives of my writing have been born out of necessity

With footnotes or slightly more penned out of leisure

But effective writing is supposed to be about ‘you’ and not ‘me’

So goes the wisdom I’ve picked up from some crash class on the topic

But we are imperfect reflections of each other…

Perhaps by sharing the personal the collective is imbued

And besides, rules arrived to by men are too often skewed

The coordinates of what I’m getting at are still being plotted

And what innate value is contained is yet another topic

There’s only so much to be gleaned from inner reflection

The messiness of interacting with the world is what increases dimensions

And yet it feels ominous when the soul harkens back to past harm done to it

But we are all lions underneath what can be regressive conditioning

No, the human spirit is even more expansive when unleashing its true potential

But that is an exercise of the heart, body, mind, and soul

That must be continually worked on and renewed to reap fruits untold