When at last you stop fleeing,
That sweet wonder of seeing,
finally… what was always there,
whether here or anywhere.
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To be content with just this,
no longer feeling that you miss,
wishing for nothing more,
the inner self no longer sore.
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To love yourself and everyone,
dancing, laughing, having fun!
Awestruck by each starting dawn.
Watching dew melt on the lawn.
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The birds, your friends, are everywhere.
Whistled notes soar through the air,
fashioning rainbows into song.
Was there ever anything wrong???

My Gran's wonderful furry companion Francis