That Sweet Wonder of Seeing.


Western Sweet-cicely, Sierran Sweet-cicely

Western Sweet-cicely, Sierran Sweet-cicely (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

When at last you stop fleeing,

That sweet wonder of seeing,

finally… what was always there,

whether here or anywhere.

***

To be  content with just this,

no longer feeling that you miss,

wishing for nothing more,

the inner self no longer sore.

***

To love yourself and everyone,

dancing, laughing, having fun!

Awestruck by each starting dawn.

Watching dew melt on the lawn.

***

The birds, your friends, are everywhere.

Whistled notes soar through the air,

fashioning rainbows into song.

Was there ever anything wrong???

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