Enchantment lies in me, my eyes <br />confer the beauty I see, everything <br />is meaningless, everything I touch, <br />hear, taste, smell or see, every rosary, <br />every beautiful symphony, every four- <br />letter word; means nothing as is - WE <br />confer meaning, interpreting according <br />to tradition or personal taste, some twisting <br />conventional meaning to suit their own ends <br /> <br />I look for the sublime in every situation, <br />failing that, for the funny or humorous, <br />searching for the positive that confirms <br />my assumption of a benevolent universe; <br />all negative interpretations are valid and <br />true for you if you accept and embrace it, <br />while all things weird and wonderful are <br />true for me because that is how I choose <br />to see this magical world of illusions<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/magical-world-of-illusions/
