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Apr 17, 2009
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The Knowing Smile
I once knew of a mentally challenged individual
who projected innocence personified,
because, all the while he was content and wore two smiles.
He was happy, even though he did not get the joke.
It didn't matter at all, though.
For both smiles were very infectious,
and I truly believe I treasured him more than he did, I.
What he showed me was a contented innocence,
what I learned was that we were on different planes.
Then, I met the most beautiful soul in a blind woman.
She wore the knowing smile of one who knew first hand,
and I was even tricked into thinking she could see, because it was so sincere,
but she was not smiling for the day, but for the rays of sunlight on her face.
She also wore the same ribbon of contentedness
and was wielding an equal lesson,
but the volume of my collective senses, greatly dimmed my understanding...
and stranded in an echo was my being,
for I had yet to visit such a magical place.
Now, however...I quite comprehend from where these smiles originate.
Because I, am finally finding inner strength from my weaknesses.
For now, I feel the thorn in my side and can realize
just how magical my existence truly is.
I feel and savor my contentedness, and I smile in spite of my circumstances;
I can even cherish my ultimate plight...
because I've finally "hit the wall", and understand.
The sincerity fades from a smile when one falls short of the wall...
and nothing's finer, than wearing two smiles.....in spite of the pain.
who projected innocence personified,
because, all the while he was content and wore two smiles.
He was happy, even though he did not get the joke.
It didn't matter at all, though.
For both smiles were very infectious,
and I truly believe I treasured him more than he did, I.
What he showed me was a contented innocence,
what I learned was that we were on different planes.
Then, I met the most beautiful soul in a blind woman.
She wore the knowing smile of one who knew first hand,
and I was even tricked into thinking she could see, because it was so sincere,
but she was not smiling for the day, but for the rays of sunlight on her face.
She also wore the same ribbon of contentedness
and was wielding an equal lesson,
but the volume of my collective senses, greatly dimmed my understanding...
and stranded in an echo was my being,
for I had yet to visit such a magical place.
Now, however...I quite comprehend from where these smiles originate.
Because I, am finally finding inner strength from my weaknesses.
For now, I feel the thorn in my side and can realize
just how magical my existence truly is.
I feel and savor my contentedness, and I smile in spite of my circumstances;
I can even cherish my ultimate plight...
because I've finally "hit the wall", and understand.
The sincerity fades from a smile when one falls short of the wall...
and nothing's finer, than wearing two smiles.....in spite of the pain.
— docmaverick, Apr 17, 2009
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Antoinette Mar…
17 years 1 month ago
I shed a tear or two on this one....Doc
meic
17 years 1 month ago
I understand what you are
theladyblue
17 years 1 month ago
the stars are low but the heart is big...
Tonya
17 years 1 month ago
awwwww Docmaverick
docmaverick
17 years 1 month ago
more than likely....
Tonya
17 years 1 month ago
will be my pleasure
orgami
17 years 1 month ago
you have the language of the words