To accept all the strangeness of others,
others I know and others I don't know,
as okay, as part of phenomena,
captured by my own mind to view as real,
created by others from their own minds,
everyone is stranger to everyone,
particularly when I don't see well,
to accept the real for and in itself,
accept the good, accept the bad, accept
life in its infinite splendor, beauty
lies square in the eyes of the beholder,
trust in the world being strange and okay,
humans are funny that way, I become
excited by the strangeness of others,
strangeness is real, it happens when I seek
to embrace the otherwise than being
residing in my core values, my heart,
angel of my being, my heart and soul,
negate nothing, not even nothingness,
grant me the serenity to accept
everyone and everything as the real,
needless of things that go against the grain,
envelope my mind in a shield called truth,
strangeness comes from others when in distress,
strangeness is not distress but expression,
only I can accept strangeness as real,
for I am as strange as strangeness itself,
others see the strangeness in me as strange,
to accept their strangeness, I must accept
how I appear to others in their eyes,
even if I appear normal to me,
regardless, the I that I am is real,
strangeness is real, it is the only truth.
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