Providence: Poetry

Basking in the daylight
Reverent in the moonlight,
Awake in dreamless admission,
 Knowing thyself,
Spying mystery and awe of things 
left unsaid between cerebral cracks

Tap dancing through moments,
Poised through precision,
Art in motion,
Conscious in these seconds
sifting through the spiritual sand

We can only be as we are,
Not as the superficial says 
we must be

And in knowing this truth,
Providence becomes 
a natural state of mind.

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