“Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.”  H. Jackson Brown Jr

Prism heart 4


It seems we travel a long way apart

To become somehow connected,

It’s as if our appetites are formed

Long before we know what we need.


We learn that our experiences form many prisms,

Mirrors of the mind through which we come

to see ourselves as different.

Then we learn we’re not so different after all.

© DiAnne Ebejer


About DiAnne Ebejer

I am retired and live on the East coast of Florida where I spend much of my time reading, playing with photography and trying to write some "poetry and then some" at I care deeply about many things and wish there was much more love and compassion in this world today. I also have a part time blog "Thought You Might Like This" used for special projects and occasional things of interest
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