" I guess she was so busy with her own happiness
she had grown careless & was just wandering along,
listening -
to the wind as she leaned down
to lap up the sweetness."
: Mary Oliver :
This noticing of the
ever-lasting heart beat of the world,
how much beauty it holds.
The secret is in the stillness in which
you walk with your soul wide open...
a reaching forth for what is good.
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