Much treasure

A mere mirage

My new-found hope may be a mere mirage;
An illusion of no help in my despair.
Yet imagination stirs up love and her courage
And helps the mind and heart in their repair.
I’ll dwell not in the mind’s relentless thoughts;
I’ll use my eyes and ears and skin
Then in that trap, I never shall be caught.
I’ll see and hear to moderate this din.
In wider focus, all will take their place
I’ll focus less on this wound I bear late
And see both good and bad in every space.
So not dismiss the world and all its states.
Changing vision shows us truer measures.
Perception valued brings to us much treasure.