I only pretend to know.
I tell myself and others
how advanced I am
become in understanding.

Moments arrive from my heart,
saying I should turn
and just listen to it
for the real mastery.

A constant voice
demands my attention,
while the genuine
ponders and waits for me.

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2 Responses to Pretending

  1. Tanya Cliff says:

    That was quite wonderful! It is such a privilege to get to read these and see the beautiful paintings you include. Thank you for sharing, Tom!


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