Hi, I’m updating this post, because no one seemed to get that the perspective this is written from is as a ghost.  Yes, odd for sure, but it was a dream I had.  I was a ghost, and surprised to be one by the way, and found myself looking on to conversations in search of sincerity… Hope you like the poem…

Sincerely, Mike

Sincerely 

 

Mysterious at first as I try

To reach across and ask

Frighten then calm, I realize

 

Move seamless among them all

Listen carelessly, but searching

Then onward beyond the wall

 

Searching as Diogenes did

For something, someone sincere

Where true intentions never hid

 

When I find a virtuous track

I listen to see if its circumstance or time

Causes of one or many topple the stack

 

I give a nudge, carefully if I might

Encouraging the sincerest road

I know they feel, if only slight

 

I listen and get the occasioned lie

For if it helps others, of course

If sincerity in such intent does not die

 

What matters it really seems

Is sincerely to know one’s self

Not believing those fanciful dreams

 

Finding purpose in life in-between

Pushing toward small victorious joy

Sincerity intent often going unseen