Description

With multilayered versions
Displayed by others,
And our own thoughts
From shifting perspectives
There comes a web,
Dynamically coloring our view
Can we accept what is?
Can we accept our mistakes
Our dishonesty
Our motives
Our pure love
All parts, as ever fluctuating
And show up again the next day,
To know other colors may appear
Which too can flow through us
Even in the midst of mixed dreams
There must be greater ability to pause