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???
That Sweet Wonder of Seeing.