What beauty resides in our own backyard
Yet to see it with clear eyes
Not blemished by other thoughts
But brought into view by presence in mind
And silence of noise that rattles our brain
That stills one’s heart for a moments breath
And sheds a tear of loving oneness
With all that is our gift
With all that we can surrender.
Letters From 500 
Soft and serene. You’re morphing into a poet!
I look forward to some serene conversations on New Years Eve and the morning after.
R
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